Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry
E'rebody ah talk 'bout killing
When they dun know, we are original sound
you know we
Anytime we start a fi lock
Girl follow a we
We e'rething pon cock
chant to we
We start dance from
Pick a only a we collect
A dub we have
we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A clot big tune dat
[Kardinal
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 them 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 from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and back
(Will you me up?)

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

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

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

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


You better run go and get your clip
Black]
Run go get your money
Run go get your clip
The killa, killa killa