Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

Slept on this enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long range attack in
Week became months
Those who were holdin' it down they a pump

Do we delay the conflict and prolong the
Got a mass of niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead to
Creatin' wider of destructions

So we attack, the pen and blaze in
the terrifyin' to the fascinating
Quick to slay a narrow minded that's hasty to give credit
of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits

They heavily airfields
But they bodies rot punctured steels
I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice?
Or that water was my of choice

Forensic tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
projection, noise is deafening
Carrier groups, that's threatening
level bombing

Plus the in hand
Known as 'Alarming', bells ring
In the same manner
But different

Wu-Tang style, style

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

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

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

It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
Gotta a hundred waitin' 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 wack we popped up
And got it on and poppin' Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you ain't got no in Mi Casa

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

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

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

I walk water holdin' y'all with the vocal
What's the total people came to see the gods?
I gave thought talent, construct my poetry
Potentcy, high-level

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

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