Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

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

Got requests retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoever's starting
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record

Fuck them niggaz you with, I make them forefeit
a bomb rap fed ex into ya office
Son we and deliver, came to build with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the album spitta

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

Pop you, try the BDS and sound from war fans
Ya whole can't take on, one sun of man
Get ya street team, get ya out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah fuck it up

You crunchy crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we ya whole snot box
ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

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

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

Full tank, with the premium raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get on the trap
Ya kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V

Ya learn from earn from this
Niggaz tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz to the size of fleas

The microphones, the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the painless
The dark gallery, million pictures

Import from to riches, leanin' on doors
We across the Broklynn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red
The Gza-Genius, Wu-tang we long

True indeed, I hook tracks like my
Persona, MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the
you, you know your power you

Ya recognize the voice, that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and
Ya just demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya is half stale and half molded, so mold it

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