Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive (Four Assassins)

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

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

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

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

They defended airfields
But they bodies rot 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, is deafening
Carrier battle groups, threatening
Higher bombing

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

style, Wu-Tang style

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

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

Flowin' water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit's when you shot us
Runnin' through parkin' lots, 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 in the woods
For the forthcomin'
I you in the game a court summons

And of rap caught runnin', y'all get locked up
Everything was wack 'til we up
And got it on and poppin' Orville Redenbacher
Patnah, you got no wins 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 they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple chronic
Keep my shit when I spit this braggadocious

niggaz got some fuckin' nerve
To critic what I write, that's my word
Blah blah blah, like
Kiss ass "Bye bye bye" know what I'm sayin'? 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 sway
The word's gotta move and the crowd's the ocean

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

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

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