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 hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long range attack in
Week self-captivity months
Those who were holdin' it down they hold a

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

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

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

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

Plus the shipment in
as 'Alarming', bells ring loud
In the same crucial
But different

Wu-Tang style, style

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

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

Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild you shot us
Runnin' through lots, don't get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we 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 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 poppin' like Orville
Patnah, you ain't got no wins in Mi

Wu-Tang got ya, like every got a Tasha
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 funky when I spit this braggadocious

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

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

I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the
What's the total people 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, split
nuff love to the peeps from Miami
We live from Pulaski and spread

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