Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

Slept on this hazardous
Hit from the back, from a long range in disguise
self-captivity became months
Those who were holdin' it down they hold a

Do we delay the and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin' niggaz wanna eat
corruptions lead to abductions
Creatin' wider circles of

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

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

Forensic couldn't tell it, it was tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, is deafening
battle groups, that's threatening
Higher bombing

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

Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang

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

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

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

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the
Gotta a hundred wolves in the woods
For the forthcomin'
I you in the game a court summons

And fugitives of rap caught runnin', y'all get up
Everything was 'til we popped up
And got it on and like Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you ain't got no wins in Mi

got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha
Request lines are now open, you see these MC's
And thinkin', "What's that shit be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple halitosis
Keep my shit funky I spit this braggadocious

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

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

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

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

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