Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

Listen, you might some
Beats, holla at me
[?] where you been, where you at
This rap is
I that old thing back
I want that old 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 care who the you got
the role of a G, we can tell you not
Sorry to bother you, I'm doing what a father do
Your production is horrible, 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 that bullshit me
Started niggas demises untimely
for me, come to the hood you can find me
Gucci belt right on the waist the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, where the at
M1 right in the trunk, where the at
is in arm length will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing these rap cats
This is the flow you learn
The dutch you can't
Nigga, I've got stripes you can't

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

2: Method Man]
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me shoot up and back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never in my charm
Most my team sling
If I hit corner with G packs
Might cause the man DC to
[?] Hip hop junkies, who rap?
MC's wack, Killerbees is back in the
And fuck a [?]
[?] where his at
The bastard child of Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th sure 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 straight rider, straight to the devil with hoes
I'm straight fire, these is froze
Like a skinny that like to powder her nose

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

3: Redman]
Dope boy, I'm like Rick James, I got old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] gold frames
Doc doing the runnerman on Soul
With a chinese girl, the get Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put her on the
My thoughts, the magic put on the beats
Game time, Doc rocket [?]
Straight vegetarian nigga and the beef
[?] the blow smoking
in the club, cool like the floor frozen
Check out the wild got a [?] loco
Big ass and heels with 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 conceited

Busta Rhymes]
Santana, where you where you
These rap is wack, I want that old thang back
I that old thang back
Tell 'em I want that old back

4]
I came to the pain
Put niggas to shame, and plain
gon' remember my name
And it's all for respect not
So play with me
You could 'em rope, they still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], still can't race 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 to care, even though they was raping me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or fame over
The game done changed, the done changed
All these niggas the same
The word loyalty don't sound the same
Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always the same
I aim at the game, the real shall
full of water like I drowned my chain
Flier a nigga 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, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you don't want me
Enough with the jumble
Santana though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta and it's 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
I was [?], you was jumping rope
I was runnin' out of bags, you was tage
While you was hop scotching, I was shopping
At the dealer paying cash for them paper
While you was pop locking, I was Glock
Getting to the cash, paper bags
Blowing fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay that
All this garbage, time to throw the trash