Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry
E'rebody ah talk sound killing
they dun know, we are original sound killer
Fassyhole you we
Anytime we start a fi lock
Girl follow a we
We have pon cock
Can't to we
We start from 19-o-long
Pick a firefighter a we collect
A dub we have
Anytime we 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, you can't deny (what)
them Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them stay do or die and (what) as (what)
them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around
I jump and beg for they (what)
Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all
Rap T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back
(Will you me up?)

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

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

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

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


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