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 dance-dance a fi lock
follow back a we
We e'rething pon cock
Can't to we
We start dance from
Pick a only a we collect
A dub plate we
we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A blood big tune dat
Offishall]
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, 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)
Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all
Rap from T-dot to the 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, up, sound get brek up
Beat up and kick up until they boy 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 name's Wio, rhyming in the plains

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

Yo,
Cold blood I meant to do it
Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots it
Now we got ax-murderers upon the track
Burning onto wax
So you can witness the attack, 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 style limitless, let's see if they can get with this
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your talk don't amaze me
Imaginary busting just don't faze me
Lick a shot, wave your flag, in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was
From '94 to now, the run wild in the East
'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0
Babylon fi get and let my people dem go

[Kardinal
me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't date vanilla, hip hop
Mind (chilla), don't Miller Lite
Night thrilla, spite might ya
Bite and you invite with a to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, shot
Girls flock quicker, since my crop got
Get yanked like a glock trigger, to make 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 it's me 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 what's
They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your
Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out dreams
So (wake up) you end up in a pine box


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