Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

[Verse 1:
Some tell a lot, some niggas sell a lot
Some niggas to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums trash I don't care who the hell you got
Portraying the role of a G, we can you not
Sorry to you, I'm only doing what a father do
Your production is horrible, forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are better off, being heard
I came in grinding, Puff me shining
Put 'em both together, a of the 90's
Grew up, put that behind me
Started making demises untimely
Looking for me, come to the hood you can me
Gucci belt right on the waist 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 you can't learn
The dutch you burn
Nigga, I've got stripes you earn

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

2: Method Man]
[?] need a track
Let me shoot up and back
With needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm
Most my team crack
If I hit every corner G packs
Might the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who needs
wack, Killerbees is back in the booth
And fuck a [?]
[?] his battery at
The bastard child of Clarence Thomas and
On every 1st and 15th make you bring me [?]
Might a promise but never breaking the code
[?] coke in the pot, at the stove
Meth, rock a W on my
I'm a straight rider, straight to the with these hoes
I'm fire, these motherfuckers is froze
a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

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

[Verse 3:
Dope boy, I'm Rick James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] with frames
Doc doing the on Soul Train
a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put her on the
My thoughts, the magic put on the beats
Game time, Doc like [?]
Straight vegetarian nigga and ignore the
[?] keep the blow
Slide in the club, cool like the floor
Check out the 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 feel
The mirror said 'you are, you bastard'

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

4]
I to bring the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and
They gon' remember my
And it's all for respect not
So play with me
You could give 'em rope, still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they still can't with me
So far ahead of these niggas they chasing me
I wouldn't be if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to you
Labels used to care, even they was raping me
Now 360 deals, modern day slavery
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or over fortune
The game changed, the sound done changed
All these niggas sound the
The word loyalty don't even sound the
Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always the same
I aim at the game, the shall remain
Neck full of water like I my chain
Flier than a jumping out the plane
Higher 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, blaze it, it
[?] head, you don't want me spraying
Enough with the mumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum
Whole lotta and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work like gumbo
Yeah, bring that old back
I was told to whip it up and the whole thang back
When I was [?], you was jumping
I was runnin' out of bags, you was playing
you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the dealer cash for them paper tags
you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
Getting to the cash, paper bags
Blowing money fast and it last
Yeah, they make it fast, make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay with
All garbage, time to throw away the trash