Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

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

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

Blessin' this, effortless, with this, eff with this
If you think you got a 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 respect the steez, I get with ease
Don't make me ask you to respect me
CHORUS [Jully & BlackKat?]
It's an old time, ol' time
We a deal with, run and get your clip
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
murder onto wax
So you can witness the attack, Black... Kat
The nigga who to burn flavour
So the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We this with beats so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, see if they can get with this
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your tough don't amaze me
Imaginary busting just don't faze me
a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there
From '94 to now, the beats run in the East
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers made for 5-0
Babylon fi get dust and let my dem go

[Kardinal
Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), (spilla)
date vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), drink Miller Lite
Night thrilla, spite might ya
Bite and you invite a recite to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, shot
Girls flock quicker, my crop got bigger
Get like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker
got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker
(Don't let them me so)
I'm the nigga your son really to chill with and know
You must think me that 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 that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your dreams
So (wake up) before you end up in a box


You run go and get your money clip
[Jully
Run go get money clip
Run go get your money
The emcee killa, killa