Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You be punished
(Wu-Tang style)
For all evil deeds
(Wu-Tang style)
Be warned, you will
(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 of starvin' niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions to abductions
wider circles of destructions

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

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

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

Plus the in hand
Known as 'Alarming', bells loud
In the crucial 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
helpful most, innovative raps
That brought wealth through, out the belch too

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

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

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the
Gotta a wolves waitin' in the woods
For the forthcomin'
I miss you in the game a court

And fugitives of rap caught runnin', get locked up
was wack 'til we popped up
And got it on and poppin' like 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 shit they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, chronic halitosis
Keep my shit funky I spit this braggadocious

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

Many shall come, few to stay exact
Track after track I'm for survival
Before me I see and mountains they sway
The word's gotta and the crowd's like the ocean

I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the
What's the total people that to see the gods?
I thought talent, construct my best poetry
Potentcy, high-level

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

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