Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO Deez]
E'rebody ah talk 'bout killing
they dun know, we are original sound killer
Fassyhole you we
Anytime we dance-dance a fi lock
Girl follow a we
We e'rething pon cock
chant to we
We start dance 19-o-long
Pick a firefighter a we collect
A dub plate we
Anytime we Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A clot 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 Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write a song before a cats can't turn around
I jump and beg for live (what)
Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all
Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come
(Will you me up?)

If an emcee outta 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 your horse legs acting like you're strange
full time, now you come off on dat range
My name's Wio, bareback 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 only to battery
You rattle me, request to battle me I as flattery
I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically idol
Who's liable to take your title with a single recital, vital
You respect the steez, I get with ease
Don't make me ask you to me please
CHORUS [Jully Black &
It's an old time, ol' time
We a deal with, run and get your clip
For day in another way
De man dem, nuh the ray ray
We are a
Killas...murder

Yo,
blood I meant to do it ruthless
Knew it was murder since Da produced it
Now we got some upon the track
Burning murder wax
So you can witness the attack, Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to burn
So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2
We spitting this with so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, let's see if can get with this
[Kardinal
Wio - you're crazy, your talk don't amaze me
Imaginary gats busting don't faze me
Lick a shot, your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was
From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two 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)
date vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), don't drink Lite
thrilla, spite might fill ya
Bite and you invite with a to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, licker
flock quicker, since my crop 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 watch me so)
I'm the nigga your son really to chill with and know
You think it's me that make that nigga act so
'cause your church friends gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't know gwaning
They sleeping on the city, stretching in your heart
Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out dreams
So (wake up) before you end up in a box


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