Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO Deez]
ah talk 'bout sound killing
When dun know, we are original sound killer
Fassyhole you we
we start dance-dance a fi lock
Girl back a we
We have e'rething pon
chant to we
We start from 19-o-long
Pick a firefighter a we collect
A dub we have
we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A blood big tune dat
Offishall]
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you deny (what)
them Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When write a murder song before a cats can't turn around
I jump and beg for they (what)
Lick off a style, put dem all back
Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come
(Will you me up?)

If an emcee step outta line,I them affi get cut up
But up, lick up, fist up, get brek up
Beat up and kick up until they boy hiccup
(Girlfriend your name?)
How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're
It's full time, now you come off on dat
My name's Wio, rhyming in the plains

Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff this
If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish
Stressing this can lead to battery
You rattle me, to battle me I take as flattery
I see ya, grip bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal idol
liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital
You the steez, I get vexed with ease
Don't me ask you to respect me please
[Jully Black & BlackKat?]
It's an old time, ol' time
We a deal with, run and get money clip
For another day in way
De man dem, nuh the ray ray
We are a
Killas...murder

Yo,
Cold blood I to do it ruthless
it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it
Now we got some upon the track
murder onto wax
So you can witness the attack, Black... Kat
The who writes to burn flavour
So hype the Source should us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We spitting this with so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, see if they can get with this
[Kardinal
Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't me
Imaginary gats just don't faze me
a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was
From '94 to now, the beats run in the East
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers made for 5-0
Babylon fi get and let my people dem go

[Kardinal
me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't vanilla, hip hop guerilla
(chilla), don't drink Miller Lite
Night thrilla, might fill ya
Bite and you with a recite to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, shot
Girls flock quicker, my crop got bigger
Get yanked like a trigger, just to make the plot thicker
Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the quicker
(Don't let them me so)
I'm the nigga son really wants to chill with and know
You must think it's me that make nigga act so
Vexed 'cause your church gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't know what's
They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in heart
Not knowing that about to shake your ass out your dreams
So (wake up) before you end up in a box


You run go and get your money clip
[Jully
Run go get your clip
Run go get money clip
The emcee killa, killa