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
follow back a we
We e'rething pon cock
Can't to we
We start dance from
Pick a only firefighter a we
A dub we have
Anytime we Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A blood big tune dat
[Kardinal
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what)
'Cause them cats rhyme so fly
Them tracks do or die and (what) as (what)
When them a murder song before a cats can't turn around
I jump and beg for live (what)
off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back
Rap from to the Bronx and Bricks and come back
(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 up until they boy start hiccup
(Girlfriend what's name?)
How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting you're strange
It's full time, now you come off on dat
My name's Wio, rhyming in the plains

Blessin' this, effortless, mess this, eff with this
If you think you got a chance to dance with your messages
this can only lead to battery
You me, request 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 make me ask you to respect me
CHORUS 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
Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots it
Now we got some ax-murderers upon the
Burning murder wax
So you can the attack, it's Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to burn
So hype the should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We spitting this beats so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, see if they can get with this
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't me
gats busting just don't faze me
Lick a shot, wave flag, gunfinga 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 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers made for 5-0
Babylon fi get dust and let my dem go

[Kardinal
Call me a (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), don't drink Lite
Night thrilla, spite 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 your son really wants to chill with and know
You must think 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, 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 run go and get your money clip
[Jully
Run go get your clip
Run go get your money
The emcee killa, killa