Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

Slept on hazardous enterprise
Hit the back, from a long range attack in disguise
Week became months
Those who were holdin' it down they a pump

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

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

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

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

Plus the in hand
Known as 'Alarming', bells ring
In the same crucial
But different

Wu-Tang style, style

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

We holdin', automatic semis with lines
Run up, niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, of the art
Greater the mark, creator sprayed layin' darts

like water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you us
Runnin' through lots, don't get caught
Let off, bark shots, we outta 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 Clan's
I miss you in the a court summons

And fugitives of rap runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was '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 lines are now open, you see these MC's
And thinkin', "What's shit they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, chronic halitosis
Keep my shit funky when I spit braggadocious

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

Many shall come, few chose to exact
after 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 water holdin' y'all suspended with the
What's the people that came to see the gods?
I gave thought talent, construct my best
Potentcy, content

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

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