Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You be punished
(Wu-Tang style)
For all your deeds
(Wu-Tang style)
Be warned, you suffer
(Wu-Tang style)
Justice"
(Wu-Tang style)

on this hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long attack in disguise
Week self-captivity became
Those who were holdin' it they hold a pump

Do we delay the conflict and prolong the
Got a mass of starvin' niggaz eat supper
corruptions lead to abductions
Creatin' circles of destructions

So we attack, with the pen and in
From the terrifyin' to the
Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack

They heavily defended
But they bodies rot behind steels
When I greeted you, you didn't a piece of my voice?
Or water was my liquid of choice

Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine of steel pellet
Powerful projection, noise is
Carrier battle groups, that's
Higher level

Plus the in hand
Known as 'Alarming', ring loud
In the crucial manner
But style

Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang

Yeah, aiyyo once again, all again
Yo the real silent, any type of violence, I'm in
helpful most, innovative raps
That wealth through, shot out the belch too

We holdin', automatic with sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, down shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, of the art
Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed darts

Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's when you shot us
through parkin' lots, don't get caught
Let off, your shots, we outta here, off the blocks

It ain't all to the good, hatin' in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves in the woods
For the Clan's
I you in the game a court summons

And fugitives of rap runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was 'til we popped up
And got it on and poppin' like Orville
Patnah, you got no wins in Mi Casa

Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a
lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin'
And thinkin', "What's that shit be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, chronic halitosis
Keep my shit when I spit this braggadocious

Y'all got some fuckin' nerve
To what I write, that's my muh'fuckin' word
Blah blah, like N'Sync
that ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm sayin'? I ain't playin'

Many shall come, few to stay exact
Track track I'm fightin' for survival
Before me I see hills and they sway
The word's move and the crowd's like the ocean

I walk water holdin' y'all suspended the vocal
What's the people that came to see the gods?
I thought talent, construct my best poetry
Potentcy, content

Side effect may cause a tec to eject, places
All ages streets to cages, faces
Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from
We live Pulaski and spread glassy

style, Wu-Tang sytle
Wu-Tang sytle, sytle
Wu-Tang sytle, sytle
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