Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas a lot, some niggas sell a lot
Some used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums trash I don't care who the hell you got
Portraying the of a G, we can tell you not
to bother you, I'm only doing what a father do
Your production is horrible, you'll be a nerd
And your metaphors are better off, never being
I in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
Grew up, put that behind me
making niggas demises untimely
Looking for me, to the hood you can find me
Gucci belt right on the where the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, the jacks at
Whoever is in arm length get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing these rap cats
is the flow you can't learn
The you can't burn
Nigga, I've got stripes you can't

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

[Verse 2: Man]
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me shoot up and lean
With this needle stuck in my arm, tuck in my charm
Most my team sling
If I hit every with G packs
Might the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who rap?
wack, Killerbees is back in the booth
And a style [?]
[?] where his at
The child of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th sure you bring me [?]
Might break a promise but never the code
[?] 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, motherfuckers is froze
Like a skinny that like to powder her nose

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

[Verse 3:
Dope boy, I'm like James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] gold frames
Doc the runnerman on Soul Train
With a girl, the chicken get Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put her on the
My thoughts, the blue magic put on the
Game time, Doc like [?]
vegetarian nigga and ignore the beef
[?] keep the blow
in the club, cool like the floor frozen
Check out the wild thang got a [?]
Big ass and heels with the toes open
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 been you
These rap niggas is wack, I want old thang back
I want old thang back
Tell 'em I want that old back

4]
I to bring the pain
Put to shame, simple and plain
They gon' my name
And it's all for not fame
So play with me
You could give 'em rope, they still hang with me
Pass the [?], they still can't with me
So far ahead of these niggas they still me
I wouldn't be surprised if ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to you
Labels used to care, even though they was me
Now 360 deals, modern day slavery
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or over fortune
The done changed, the sound done changed
All these niggas the same
The word loyalty even sound the same
Good thing I 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 nigga out the plane
Higher you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better than you niggas that's without me
Treat the like the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, blaze it, it
[?] shower head, you don't me spraying
Enough with the jumble
back though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta kush and it's in a fronto
Fiends say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, bring that old thang
I was told to it up and bring the whole thang back
I was [?], you was jumping rope
I was runnin' out of bags, you was playing
you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the paying cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was Glock
Getting to the cash, brown paper
money fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay with
All garbage, time to throw away the trash