Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

[Verse 1:
Some niggas a lot, some niggas sell a lot
niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums still trash I don't care who the 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 forever be a
And your metaphors are better off, being heard
I came in grinding, Puff me shining
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
Grew up, put that bullshit me
making niggas demises untimely
Looking for me, come to the you can find me
Gucci belt right on the waist the 9 be
.38 in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, the jacks at
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing these rap cats
This is the you can't learn
The dutch you burn
Nigga, I've got you can't earn

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

[Verse 2: Method
[?] a dopefiend track
Let me up and lean back
With this stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm
Most my team sling
If I hit corner with G packs
Might the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who rap?
MC's wack, Killerbees is back in the
And fuck a [?]
[?] where his at
The bastard child of Clarence Thomas and
On every 1st and 15th make you bring me [?]
break a promise but never breaking the code
[?] coke in the pot, fiend at the
Meth, a W on my clothes
I'm a rider, straight to the devil with these hoes
I'm straight fire, motherfuckers is froze
Like a skinny supermodel that to powder her nose

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

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

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

4]
I to bring the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and
They gon' my name
And all for respect not fame
So don't play me
You could 'em rope, they still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], still can't race with me
So far ahead of these niggas still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got
Nothing to amaze you
Labels used to care, even they was raping 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 loyalty don't even sound the
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 that's without me saying
the money like the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, blaze it, it
[?] head, you don't want me spraying
Enough the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum
lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, bring old thang back
I was to whip it up and bring the whole thang back
When I was [?], you was jumping
I was runnin' out of bags, you was tage
you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the dealer cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was Glock
to the cash, brown paper bags
Blowing fast and it never last
Yeah, make it fast, barely make it back
gonna suffer, I'm okay with that
All this garbage, time to throw away the