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 this hazardous
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 the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin' wanna eat supper
corruptions lead to abductions
Creatin' wider of destructions

So we attack, with the pen and in
the terrifyin' to the fascinating
Quick to slay a minded nigga that's hasty to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed with edits

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

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

the shipment in hand
Known as 'Alarming', ring loud
In the same crucial
But different

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, innovative
That brought wealth through, shot out the too

We holdin', automatic with sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, down shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, of the art
Greater the mark, flyest creator 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 in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the
For the forthcomin'
I you in the game a court summons

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

Wu-Tang got ya, like ghetto got a Tasha
Request lines are now open, you see these chokin'
And thinkin', "What's shit they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple halitosis
Keep my shit funky when I this braggadocious

Y'all niggaz got 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 playin'

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

I walk water holdin' y'all 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 peeps from
We live Pulaski and spread glassy

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