Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

Do we the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a of starvin' niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead to
wider circles of destructions

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

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

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

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

style, Wu-Tang style

Yeah, once again, all blunts again
Yo the real silent, any type of violence, I'm in
Allah's helpful most, innovative
brought wealth through, shot out the belch too

We holdin', semis with sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, down shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, 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' parkin' lots, don't get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we here, off the blocks

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers in the hood
Gotta a hundred waitin' in the woods
For the Clan's
I miss you in the game a court

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

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

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

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

I walk water holdin' suspended with the vocal
What's the total that came to see the gods?
I gave thought talent, construct my best
Potentcy, high-level

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

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