Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggaz got some fuckin'
To critic I write, that's my muh'fuckin' word
Blah blah blah, like
Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" know 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 word's move and the crowd's like the ocean

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, content

Side may cause a tec to eject, many places
All ages 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
Wu-Tang sytle, Wu-Tang
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