Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack
wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear to ya up in a zip lock
to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan
data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish

Got from retail stores, for my appearance
we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, hit, whoevers starting shit
Got as rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I them forfeit
Send a bomb rap in Fed Ex into ya office, son we build and
Came to with the Gza
[Incomprehensible] the from the Rza, the real album spitta

Me and my street team be congress meetings
visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of the hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and ya sound skins war fans
Ya whole roster cant on, one Sun of Man
Get ya team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You crunchy chump get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya snot box
Throw ya ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

Industrialize change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, bidding
Highest price paid, for wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never

I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous
Feed the hungry MCs and be starving as
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz
Who drank my up like water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, the premium quality raps
mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya Cottonelle kids from cleanex
Looking like wearing V necks

Ya from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, for this
Extort from a thousands of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the of fleas

The microphonus, the bonus, aiyo, we on this
House niggaz verse the
Ten to one, the one
Royal famous, the verbal

The dark gallery, dollar pictures
Import from poor to riches, leanin' on
We across the Brooklyn bridge doing 60
driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza, Genius, Wu tang we long

indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me
King Solomon the great, to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you your power U

Ya the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit mastered and promoted
Ya been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half and molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like rock
Fuck wit the Wu we ya whole snot box
Throw ya ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop