Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You be punished
(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
self-captivity became months
Those who were holdin' it down hold a pump

Do we delay the and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin' niggaz eat supper
Unfair lead to abductions
wider 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 credit
of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits

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

Forensic tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, is deafening
Carrier battle groups, that's
Higher level

the shipment in hand
Known as 'Alarming', bells ring
In the crucial manner
But style

style, Wu-Tang style

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

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

Flowin' 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 here, off the blocks

It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves in the woods
For the forthcomin'
I miss you in the game a court

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

Wu-Tang got ya, like every got a Tasha
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 spit this

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

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

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

effect may cause a tec to eject, many places
All ages streets to cages, faces
Shoutin' nuff love to the from Miami
We from Pulaski and spread glassy

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