Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry
E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound
When they dun know, we are original sound
you know we
Anytime we dance-dance a fi lock
follow back a we
We have e'rething pon
chant to we
We start from 19-o-long
Pick a only firefighter a we
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 Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them tracks do or die and (what) as (what)
When them write a murder before a cats can't turn around
I jump and beg for live (what)
off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back
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, sound get up
Beat up and kick up until boy start hiccup
(Girlfriend what's name?)
How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're
It's time, now you come off on dat range
My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the

Blessin' this, effortless, with this, eff with this
If you you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages
Stressing this can lead to battery
You me, request to battle me I take as flattery
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 the steez, I get vexed with ease
Don't make me ask you to me please
CHORUS Black & 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 meant to do it
Knew it was since Da Grassroots produced it
Now we got some ax-murderers the track
Burning murder wax
So you can the attack, it's Black... Kat
The nigga who writes to flavour
So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2
We spitting this beats so ridiculous
And rhyme limitless, let's see if they can get with this
[Kardinal
Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't me
Imaginary busting just don't faze me
Lick a shot, your 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), drink Miller Lite
Night thrilla, spite fill ya
Bite and you with a recite to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, licker
Girls flock quicker, my crop got bigger
Get yanked a glock 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 with and know
You must think it's me that that nigga act so
Vexed 'cause your church gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the who don't know what's gwaning
They sleeping on the city, stretching in your heart
Not knowing T-dot's about to shake your 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 your money
The emcee killa, killa