Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry
E'rebody ah talk 'bout killing
When they dun know, we are original sound
you know we
Anytime we dance-dance a fi lock
follow back a we
We have pon cock
chant to we
We start from 19-o-long
a only firefighter a we collect
A dub we have
Anytime we Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A blood clot big 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 stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write a murder song before a cats turn around
I jump and beg for live (what)
Lick off a style, put dem all back
Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and back
(Will you me up?)

If an step outta line,I feel them affi get cut up
But up, up, fist up, sound get brek up
up and kick up until they boy start hiccup
(Girlfriend your name?)
How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're
It's full time, now you off on dat range
My Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains

Blessin' this, effortless, mess this, eff with this
If you think you got a chance to dance with devilish messages
this can only lead to battery
You rattle me, request to battle me I take as
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 ease
Don't make me ask you to respect me
CHORUS Black & BlackKat?]
an old time, ol' time killing
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,
Cold blood I to do it ruthless
Knew it was since Da Grassroots produced it
Now we got some upon the track
murder onto wax
So you can the attack, it's Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to burn
So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2
We spitting this with beats so
And rhyme limitless, let's see if they can get with this
[Kardinal
Wio - crazy, your tough talk don't amaze me
gats busting just don't faze me
Lick a shot, wave your flag, in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. and the Monolith was there
'94 to now, the beats run wild in the East
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two fingers that's made for 5-0
Babylon fi get and let my people dem go

[Kardinal
Call me a (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller
thrilla, spite might fill ya
Bite and you invite with a to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, licker
Girls flock quicker, 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 them me so)
I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill and know
You must think it's me that make that act so
Vexed 'cause church friends gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't know what's
sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart
Not knowing that T-dot's to shake your 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 money clip
Run go get your clip
The emcee killa, killa