Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO Deez]
E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound
When they dun know, we are sound killer
Fassyhole you we
Anytime we start dance-dance a fi
follow back a we
We have pon cock
Can't to we
We dance from 19-o-long
Pick a firefighter a we collect
A dub we have
we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A clot big tune dat
Offishall]
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't (what)
'Cause Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write a murder song before a cats can't turn
I and beg for they 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 feel them get cut up
But up, lick up, fist up, get brek up
Beat up and kick up until boy start hiccup
(Girlfriend what's name?)
How ya look, so sweet with your legs acting like you're strange
full time, now you come off on dat range
My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the

Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff this
If you you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages
Stressing this can only to battery
You rattle me, request to battle me I as flattery
I see ya, grip bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal idol
Who's liable to take your title with a recital, it's vital
You the steez, I get vexed with ease
Don't me ask you to respect 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 to do it ruthless
Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots it
Now we got ax-murderers upon the track
Burning murder wax
So you can the attack, it's Black... Kat
The nigga who to burn flavour
So hype the Source should give us 5 and 2 turntables
We spitting this beats so ridiculous
And rhyme limitless, let's see if they can get with this
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your talk don't amaze me
gats busting just don't faze me
Lick a shot, wave flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the was there
From '94 to now, the beats run in the East
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's for 5-0
fi get dust and let my people dem go

[Kardinal
Call me a (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't date vanilla, hip hop
Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller
Night thrilla, spite might ya
Bite and you invite with a recite to ya
-K]
The tox licker, licker
Girls flock quicker, since my crop got
Get yanked like a trigger, just to make the plot thicker
Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the quicker
(Don't let watch me so)
I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and
You must think me that make that nigga act so
Vexed your church friends gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't what's gwaning
They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in 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 better run go and get money clip
Black]
Run go get your money
Run go get money clip
The emcee killa, killa