Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Time Killin'

INTRO [Korry
E'rebody ah talk sound killing
they dun know, we are original sound killer
Fassyhole you we
Anytime we start dance-dance a fi
Girl back a we
We have pon cock
Can't to we
We start dance 19-o-long
Pick a firefighter a we collect
A dub plate we
we drop 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 deny (what)
'Cause them cats rhyme so fly
Them stay do or die and (what) as (what)
them write a murder song 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 to the Bronx and Bricks and come back
(Will you me up?)

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

Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff 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
liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital
You respect the steez, I get vexed ease
Don't me ask you to respect me please
CHORUS [Jully Black &
It's an old time, ol' 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,
blood I meant 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 witness the attack, Black... Kat
The who writes to burn flavour
So the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
We this with beats so ridiculous
And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk amaze me
Imaginary gats busting just faze me
a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" says Mr. and the Monolith 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
Babylon fi get dust and let my dem go

[Kardinal
Call me a (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
Don't vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), don't drink Lite
Night thrilla, might fill ya
Bite and you invite a recite to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, licker
flock quicker, since my crop got bigger
Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot
Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the spot
(Don't let watch me so)
I'm the nigga your son really wants to with and know
You must think me that make that nigga act so
Vexed 'cause your church friends on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't what's gwaning
They sleeping on the city, stretching in your heart
Not knowing that about to shake your ass out your dreams
So (wake up) you end up in a pine box


You better run go and get your money
Black]
Run go get your money
Run go get your money
The killa, killa killa