Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

[Verse 1:
Some niggas 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 production is horrible, you'll forever be a
And your metaphors are off, never being heard
I came in grinding, made me shining
Put 'em both together, a of the 90's
up, put that bullshit behind me
Started making demises untimely
for me, come 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 in the trunk, where the jacks at
is in arm length will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing with rap cats
This is the flow you learn
The dutch you burn
Nigga, I've got you can't earn

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

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

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

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

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

4]
I to bring the pain
Put to shame, simple and plain
They remember my name
And it's all for respect not
So don't play me
You could 'em rope, they still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they can't race with me
So far of these niggas they still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got
Nothing to amaze you
Labels used to care, though they was raping me
Now it's 360 deals, modern day
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or fame over
The game done changed, the sound done
All these niggas the same
The word loyalty don't even sound the
thing 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 than a jumping out the plane
Higher than you niggas, you can [?]
Better than you that's without me saying
Treat the money like the work, we don't we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you don't want me
Enough with the mumble
Santana though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my 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 out of bags, you was playing 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
to the cash, brown paper bags
Blowing money fast and it never
Yeah, make it fast, barely make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm with that
All this garbage, time to throw the trash