Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

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

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

They heavily airfields
But they bodies rot behind punctured
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 tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, is deafening
Carrier battle groups, threatening
level bombing

Plus the in hand
as 'Alarming', bells 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 brought wealth through, out the belch too

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

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

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

And fugitives of rap caught runnin', get locked up
Everything was wack 'til we up
And got it on and poppin' like 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 MC's chokin'
And thinkin', "What's that shit be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, chronic halitosis
Keep my funky when I spit this braggadocious

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

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

I walk water holdin' y'all suspended the vocal
the total people that came to see the gods?
I gave thought talent, my best poetry
Potentcy, high-level

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

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