Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You will be
(Wu-Tang style)
For all your deeds
(Wu-Tang style)
Be warned, you will
(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 holdin' it down they hold a

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

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

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

Forensic tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, is deafening
Carrier battle groups, threatening
level bombing

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

Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang

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

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

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the
a hundred wolves 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' Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you ain't got no wins in Mi

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

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

Many come, few chose to stay exact
Track after track I'm fightin' for
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 with the
What's the total people came to see the gods?
I thought talent, construct my best poetry
Potentcy, content

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

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