Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

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

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

They heavily defended
But they bodies rot behind punctured
When I greeted you, you hear a piece of my voice?
Or that water was my liquid of

Forensic tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
projection, noise is deafening
Carrier battle groups, that's
Higher level

Plus the in hand
as 'Alarming', bells ring loud
In the same crucial
But style

style, Wu-Tang style

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

We holdin', automatic with sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, down shoddy niggaz
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 shots, we outta here, off the blocks

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the
Gotta a hundred waitin' in the woods
For the forthcomin'
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 poppin' like Redenbacher
Patnah, you ain't got no in Mi Casa

Wu-Tang got ya, like 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 critic what I write, my muh'fuckin' word
blah blah, like N'Sync
Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" what I'm sayin'? I ain't playin'

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

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

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

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