Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

Do we delay the conflict and prolong the
Got a mass of starvin' niggaz eat supper
Unfair lead to abductions
Creatin' circles of destructions

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

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

Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of pellet
Powerful projection, is deafening
Carrier battle groups, that's
Higher bombing

Plus the shipment in
Known as 'Alarming', bells loud
In the same manner
But style

style, Wu-Tang style

Yeah, aiyyo again, all blunts again
Yo the remain 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 sick
Run up, niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz
so sharp, state of the art
Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin'

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

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

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

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, chronic halitosis
Keep my shit funky when I spit braggadocious

Y'all 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 I ain't playin'

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

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

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

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