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 hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long range attack in
Week became months
Those who were it down they hold a pump

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

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

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

Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of pellet
Powerful projection, noise is
battle groups, that's threatening
Higher level

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

Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang

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

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

like 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 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 forthcomin'
I miss you in the a court summons

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 got no wins in Mi Casa

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

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

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

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

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

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