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 that old thing back
I want that old back

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas a lot
Some used to be mad nice, then fell 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 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 made me
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
Grew up, put that behind me
making niggas 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 right in the trunk, where the at
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
I ain't playing with these rap cats
This is the flow you learn
The dutch you burn
Nigga, got stripes you can't earn

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

[Verse 2: Man]
[?] need a track
Let me up and lean back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my
Most my sling crack
If I hit every corner G packs
cause the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who needs
wack, Killerbees is back 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 but never breaking the code
[?] coke in the pot, 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
a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

[Hook: Method
Redman, you been where you at
These rap is wack, I want that old thang back
I want old thang back
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 runnerman on Soul
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
time, Doc rocket like [?]
Straight vegetarian and ignore the beef
[?] keep the smoking
Slide in the club, cool like the floor
Check out the wild thang got a [?]
Big ass and high with the toes open
That's me, MC
Fuck a awards, underground is tax free
Look in the I feel fantastic
The mirror said 'you are, you conceited

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

4]
I came to the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and
gon' remember my name
And it's all for respect not
So don't with me
You give 'em rope, they still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], still can't race with me
So far ahead of niggas they still chasing me
I be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to you
Labels to care, even 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 sound the same
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 real shall
Neck full of water like I drowned my
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 don't we weight it
[?], aim it, blaze it, it
[?] shower head, you want me spraying
Enough with the jumble
Santana though, can I get a drum roll?
lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste like
Yeah, bring that old thang
I was to whip it up and bring the whole 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 tags
you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
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 with
All this garbage, time to throw away the