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 hazardous
Hit from the back, from a long range in disguise
Week self-captivity months
Those who were holdin' it they hold a pump

Do we the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair lead to abductions
Creatin' circles of destructions

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

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

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

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

style, Wu-Tang style

Yeah, aiyyo again, all blunts again
Yo the remain silent, any type of violence, I'm in
Allah's helpful most, raps
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, creator sprayed layin' darts

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

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

And of rap caught runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was 'til we popped up
And got it on and like Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you got no wins in Mi Casa

Wu-Tang got ya, every ghetto got a Tasha
Request lines are now open, you see these chokin'
And thinkin', "What's shit they 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 blah, like
Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm sayin'? I ain't

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

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

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

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