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)

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

Do we the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin' niggaz eat supper
Unfair corruptions to abductions
wider circles of destructions

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

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

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

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

style, Wu-Tang style

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

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

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

It all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the
For the forthcomin'
I miss you in the a court summons

And of rap caught runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was wack 'til we up
And got it on and like Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you got no wins in Mi Casa

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

Y'all got some fuckin' nerve
To critic what I write, my muh'fuckin' word
blah blah, like N'Sync
Kiss that ass "Bye bye bye" what I'm sayin'? I ain't playin'

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

I walk water holdin' y'all with the vocal
the total people that came to see the gods?
I thought talent, construct my best poetry
Potentcy, content

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

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