Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

[Verse 1:
niggas tell a lot, some niggas sell a lot
Some niggas used to be mad nice, then a lot
Albums trash 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 a father do
Your is horrible, you'll forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are off, never being heard
I in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put 'em both together, a of the 90's
Grew up, put bullshit behind me
Started niggas demises untimely
for me, come to the hood you can find me
Gucci belt right on the where the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, where the at
M1 in the trunk, where the jacks at
is in arm length will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing with these rap
This is the flow you learn
The dutch you can't
Nigga, I've got stripes you can't

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

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

[Hook: Man]
Redman, where you been you at
These rap is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old thang
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 magic put on the
Game time, Doc like [?]
Straight vegetarian and ignore the beef
[?] keep the smoking
in the club, cool like the floor frozen
Check out the thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high heels the toes open
That's me, MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, underground is tax
Look in the mirror I fantastic
The mirror 'you are, you conceited bastard'

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

4]
I came to bring the
Put to shame, simple and plain
They gon' remember my
And all for respect not fame
So play with me
You could give 'em rope, they still can't with me
Pass the [?], they still can't with me
So far of these niggas they still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if niggas got ghostwriters
cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even though they was me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or fame fortune
The game done changed, the sound done
All these niggas the same
The word don't even sound the same
Good I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the real remain
full of water like I drowned my chain
Flier a nigga jumping out the plane
Higher you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better than you niggas that's without me
the money like the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, blaze it, it
[?] shower head, you don't me spraying
Enough with the jumble
Santana back though, can I get a roll?
Whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a
Fiends still say my work like gumbo
Yeah, bring old thang back
I was told to it up and bring the whole thang back
I was [?], you was jumping rope
I was runnin' out of bags, you was tage
you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the paying cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was popping
Getting to the cash, brown bags
Blowing fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely it back
gonna suffer, I'm okay with that
All this garbage, time to throw the trash