Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus the shipment in
Known as 'Alarming', ring loud
In the crucial manner
But style

style, Wu-Tang style

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

We holdin', automatic semis sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, down shoddy 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 when you shot us
Runnin' parkin' lots, don't get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves in the woods
For the Clan's
I miss you in the a court summons

And fugitives of rap caught runnin', y'all get up
Everything was wack we popped up
And got it on and like Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you ain't got no wins in Mi

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

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

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

I walk holdin' y'all suspended with the vocal
What's the total 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' love to the peeps from Miami
We live from and spread glassy

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