Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO Deez]
ah talk 'bout sound killing
When they dun know, we are original sound
you know we
Anytime we start a fi lock
follow back a we
We e'rething pon cock
Can't 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 blood clot big dat
Offishall]
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't (what)
'Cause them cats rhyme so fly
tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what)
When write a murder song before a cats can't turn around
I jump and beg for they (what)
Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all
Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and and come back
(Will you me up?)

If an step 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 what's 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, with this, eff with this
If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish
this can only lead 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, it's
You respect the steez, I get with ease
make 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 another day in 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 some ax-murderers upon the
Burning onto wax
So you can witness the attack, Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to flavour
So hype the should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We spitting this with so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, see if they can get with this
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't me
Imaginary gats just 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 in the East
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers made for 5-0
fi get dust and let my people dem go

[Kardinal
me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't vanilla, hip hop guerilla
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 quicker, since my crop got bigger
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 to chill with and know
You think it's me that make that nigga act so
Vexed your church friends gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the who don't know 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 your clip
Black]
Run go get your clip
Run go get your money
The emcee killa, killa