Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You will be
(Wu-Tang style)
For all evil 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 range attack in
self-captivity became months
Those who were holdin' it they hold a pump

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

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

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

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

Plus the shipment in
as 'Alarming', bells ring loud
In the same manner
But different

style, Wu-Tang style

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

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

Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you us
Runnin' through parkin' lots, get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we here, off the blocks

It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
Gotta a wolves waitin' in the woods
For the Clan's
I miss you in the game a summons

And fugitives of rap runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was wack 'til we up
And got it on and poppin' Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you ain't got no in Mi Casa

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

Y'all niggaz got some nerve
To critic 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 come, few chose to stay exact
Track after track I'm for survival
Before me I see hills and mountains they
The word's gotta move and the crowd's the ocean

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

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

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