Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

on this hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long range in disguise
Week self-captivity became
Those who were holdin' it down they a pump

Do we delay the conflict and prolong the
Got a mass of niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead to
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
Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack

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

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

the shipment in hand
Known as 'Alarming', bells loud
In the same crucial
But style

Wu-Tang style, style

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

We holdin', automatic semis sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, break shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, of the art
Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin'

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

It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
Gotta a hundred waitin' 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 got no wins in Mi Casa

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

Y'all got some fuckin' nerve
To critic what I write, my muh'fuckin' 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 track I'm fightin' for
Before me I see hills and they sway
The word's gotta move and the crowd's the ocean

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

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

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