Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You be punished
(Wu-Tang style)
For all evil deeds
(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 attack in disguise
self-captivity became months
Those who holdin' it down they hold a pump

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

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

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

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

Plus the shipment in
Known as 'Alarming', bells ring
In the same manner
But different

Wu-Tang style, style

Yeah, aiyyo once again, all 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 niggaz
Styles so sharp, of the art
Greater the mark, creator sprayed layin' darts

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggaz got fuckin' nerve
To critic I write, that's my muh'fuckin' word
Blah blah blah, like
Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm I ain't playin'

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

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

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

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