Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas a lot
Some niggas to be mad nice, then fell a lot
still trash I don't care who the hell you got
Portraying the role of a G, we can you not
Sorry to bother you, I'm only doing what a do
production is horrible, you'll forever be a nerd
And your are better off, never being heard
I in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
up, put that bullshit behind me
Started making niggas demises
Looking for me, come to the 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
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing these rap cats
This is the you can't learn
The dutch you can't
Nigga, got stripes you can't earn

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

[Verse 2: Man]
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me up and lean back
With needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm
my team sling crack
If I hit corner with G packs
Might cause the man DC to
[?] Hip hop junkies, who rap?
wack, Killerbees is back in the booth
And fuck a [?]
[?] his battery at
The bastard of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th sure you bring me [?]
Might a promise but never breaking the code
[?] in the pot, fiend at the stove
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 that to powder her nose

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

[Verse 3:
boy, I'm like Rick James, I got that old thang
I got a chain, [?] with gold frames
Doc the runnerman 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
Game time, Doc like [?]
Straight nigga and ignore the beef
[?] keep the smoking
Slide in the club, cool the floor frozen
Check out the wild thang got a [?]
Big ass and high heels with the toes
That's me, MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, is tax free
Look in the mirror I feel
The mirror said 'you are, you conceited

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

4]
I came to the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and
They remember my name
And it's all for not fame
So don't play me
You could 'em rope, they still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they still race with me
So far ahead of niggas they still chasing me
I be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters
cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even though they was me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
Fuck you pay me, I'm the one who
[?] or fame over
The game changed, the sound done changed
All these niggas sound the
The word loyalty don't sound the same
thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the shall remain
Neck full of like I drowned my chain
Flier than a jumping out the plane
Higher you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better you niggas that's without me saying
Treat the like the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, blaze it, it
[?] shower head, you don't me spraying
with the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum
Whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a
Fiends still say my work taste like
Yeah, bring old thang back
I was to whip it up and bring 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 paying cash for them paper
While you was pop locking, I was popping
Getting to the cash, paper bags
Blowing fast and it never last
Yeah, make it fast, barely make it back
Haters suffer, I'm okay with that
All this garbage, time to away the trash