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, from a long range in disguise
Week self-captivity months
Those who were holdin' it down they hold a

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

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

They defended airfields
But bodies rot behind punctured steels
When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my
Or that was my liquid of choice

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

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

Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang

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

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

like water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the wild when you shot us
through parkin' lots, don't get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we here, off the blocks

It ain't all to the good, hatin' in the hood
a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods
For the Clan's
I miss you in the game a court

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

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

Y'all got some fuckin' nerve
To critic what I write, that's my word
Blah blah, like N'Sync
Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm 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 water holdin' y'all 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 love to the from Miami
We live from and spread glassy

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