Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO Deez]
E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound
When they dun know, we are sound killer
you know we
Anytime we start a fi lock
Girl back a we
We e'rething pon cock
Can't to we
We start from 19-o-long
Pick a only firefighter a we
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)
'Cause them Circle rhyme so fly
Them stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write a murder song before a cats turn around
I jump and beg for they (what)
Lick off a style, put dem all back
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 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 devilish messages
Stressing this can only to battery
You rattle me, request to battle me I take as
I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal
Who's liable to take your title a single recital, it's vital
You respect the steez, I get vexed ease
Don't me ask you to respect me please
CHORUS [Jully & 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
Knew it was murder Da Grassroots produced it
Now we got ax-murderers upon the track
Burning murder wax
So you can the attack, it's Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to burn
So hype the Source should us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We spitting this beats so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, let's see if can get with this
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk amaze me
Imaginary gats busting just faze me
a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there
From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the
'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0
Babylon fi get dust and let my 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 with a recite to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, licker
Girls quicker, since 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 it's me that make that nigga act so
Vexed 'cause your church friends on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the who don't know what's gwaning
They on the whole city, stretching in your heart
Not knowing that T-dot's to shake your ass out your dreams
So (wake up) before you end up in a box


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