Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

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

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

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

Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel
Powerful projection, noise is
battle groups, that's threatening
Higher level

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

style, Wu-Tang style

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

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

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

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

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

Wu-Tang got ya, every 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 chronic
Keep my funky when I spit this braggadocious

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

I walk water y'all suspended with the vocal
What's the total that came to see the gods?
I gave thought talent, construct my poetry
Potentcy, content

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

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