Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You be punished
(Wu-Tang style)
For all your 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 holdin' it they hold a pump

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

So we attack, with the pen and in
the terrifyin' 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 bodies rot punctured steels
When I greeted you, you didn't a piece of my voice?
Or water was my liquid of choice

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

Plus the in hand
Known as 'Alarming', ring loud
In the same manner
But style

Wu-Tang style, 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 through, shot out the belch too

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

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

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

And of rap caught 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

got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha
Request lines are now open, you see these chokin'
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 what I write, that's my muh'fuckin'
Blah blah, like N'Sync
that 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 people came to see the gods?
I gave talent, construct my best poetry
Potentcy, content

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

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