Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

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

If an emcee step line,I feel them affi get cut up
But up, up, fist 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
It's full time, now you 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 chance to dance with your devilish
Stressing this can only lead to
You rattle me, request to battle me I take as
I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the homicidal idol
Who's to take your title with a single recital, it's vital
You the steez, I get vexed with ease
Don't make me ask you to respect me
CHORUS Black & BlackKat?]
an old time, ol' time killing
We a with, run and get your money clip
For day in another way
De man dem, nuh the ray ray
We are a
Killas...murder

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

[Kardinal
Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), (spilla)
Don't date vanilla, hip hop
Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller
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 spot
(Don't let them me so)
I'm the nigga son really wants to chill with and know
You must it's me that make that nigga act so
Vexed 'cause your church gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't know gwaning
They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in heart
Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your
So (wake up) before you end up in a box


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