Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

on this hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long attack in disguise
self-captivity became months
Those who were holdin' it down they hold a

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

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

heavily defended airfields
But they 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 pellet
projection, noise is deafening
Carrier battle groups, that's
Higher bombing

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

style, Wu-Tang style

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

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

Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you us
Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get
Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the

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 a court summons

And of rap caught runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was wack 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 got a Tasha
lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin'
And thinkin', "What's that shit be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple chronic
Keep my shit funky when I spit this

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

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

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

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

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