Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas a lot
Some niggas used to be mad nice, then a lot
Albums still trash I don't who the hell you got
Portraying the 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 are better off, never being heard
I came in grinding, Puff me shining
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
Grew up, put that behind me
Started making niggas demises
Looking for me, to the hood you can find me
Gucci right on the waist where the 9 be
.38 in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, where the at
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing these rap cats
This is the flow you can't
The dutch you can't
Nigga, got stripes you can't earn

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

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

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

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

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

4]
I came to bring the
Put niggas to shame, and plain
They remember my name
And it's all for not fame
So don't with me
You could 'em rope, they still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they still can't race me
So far ahead of these niggas they chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to you
Labels used to care, even though they was me
Now 360 deals, modern day slavery
Fuck you pay me, I'm the one who
[?] or over fortune
The game done changed, the sound done
All these niggas sound the
The word loyalty even sound the same
Good thing I keep the pound, it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the shall remain
full of water like I drowned my chain
Flier than a nigga out the plane
than you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better than you niggas that's without me
Treat the money like the work, we count we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you don't me spraying
Enough with the jumble
Santana back though, can I get a roll?
Whole lotta kush and stuffed in a fronto
still say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, that old thang back
I was told to whip it up and bring the thang back
When I was [?], you was rope
I was runnin' out of bags, you was tage
you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the dealer paying cash for them paper
While you was pop locking, I was Glock
Getting to the cash, brown paper
Blowing money and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay with
All this garbage, time to throw the trash