Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

Listen, you learn some
Jahlil Beats, at me
[?] Kiss where you been, you at
This rap is
I that old thing back
I that old thing back

[Verse 1:
Some niggas tell a lot, some sell a lot
niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums still I don't care who the hell you got
the role of a G, we can tell you not
Sorry to bother you, I'm only doing what a do
Your production is horrible, you'll be a nerd
And your are better off, never being heard
I came in grinding, Puff made me
Put 'em both together, a of the 90's
up, put that bullshit behind me
Started making niggas demises
Looking for me, come to the hood you can me
Gucci belt right on the waist the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, where the at
M1 right in the trunk, where the at
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing with rap cats
is the flow you can't learn
The you can't burn
Nigga, I've got stripes you can't

Jadakiss]
Method Man, where you been you at
These rap is wack, I want that old thang back
Yeah, I want that old thang
Yeah, I want old thang back

[Verse 2: Method
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me up and lean back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my
my team sling crack
If I hit every corner G packs
Might cause the man DC to
[?] Hip hop junkies, who rap?
MC's wack, is back in the booth
And a style [?]
[?] his battery at
The bastard child of Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th make sure you me [?]
Might break a promise but breaking the code
[?] coke in the pot, at the stove
Meth, rock a W on my
I'm a straight rider, straight to the devil with hoes
I'm straight fire, motherfuckers is froze
Like a skinny that like to powder her nose

[Hook: Method
Redman, where you where you at
rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old thang
I want old thang back

[Verse 3:
Dope boy, I'm like Rick James, I got that old
I got a gold chain, [?] with frames
Doc doing the on Soul Train
With a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo
Propane for the raw, I put her on the
My thoughts, the blue put on the beats
Game time, Doc like [?]
Straight vegetarian nigga and the beef
[?] keep the blow
Slide in the club, like the floor frozen
Check out the thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high heels with the open
me, 90's MC
Fuck a awards, underground is tax free
Look in the mirror I fantastic
The said 'you are, you conceited bastard'

[Hook: Busta
Santana, you been where you
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old back
I want old thang back
'em I want that old thang back

4]
I to bring the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and
gon' remember my name
And all for respect not fame
So don't with me
You could give 'em rope, still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they still can't race me
So far ahead of these they still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if ghostwriters got ghostwriters
cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even though they was me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
Fuck you pay me, I'm the one who
[?] or over fortune
The game done changed, the sound changed
All these niggas the same
The word don't even sound the same
Good thing I the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the real shall
Neck full of water like I drowned my
Flier than a jumping out the plane
Higher than you niggas, you can [?]
Better than you niggas without me saying
Treat the money like the work, we don't we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you want me spraying
Enough with the jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum
Whole lotta and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste gumbo
Yeah, bring old thang back
I was told to whip it up and bring the whole back
When I was [?], you was rope
I was out of bags, you was playing tage
While you was hop scotching, I was drop
At the dealer paying cash for them paper
While you was pop locking, I was Glock
Getting to the cash, brown bags
Blowing money and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay that
All this garbage, time to away the trash