Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, niggas sell a lot
Some niggas used to be mad nice, fell a lot
Albums trash I don't care who the hell you got
Portraying the of a G, we can tell you not
Sorry to 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 heard
I came in grinding, made me shining
Put 'em both together, a of the 90's
Grew up, put that bullshit me
Started making niggas untimely
Looking for me, come to the hood you can me
Gucci right on the waist where the 9 be
.38 right in the garbage, where the at
M1 in the trunk, where the jacks at
Whoever is in arm length will get
Cause I playing with these rap cats
This is the you can't learn
The you can't burn
Nigga, I've got you can't earn

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

[Verse 2: Man]
[?] a dopefiend track
Let me shoot up and lean
With this needle stuck in my arm, never in my charm
my team sling crack
If I hit every with G packs
Might the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who needs
MC's wack, Killerbees is back in the
And a style [?]
[?] where his at
The bastard child of Clarence Thomas and
On every 1st and 15th sure you bring me [?]
Might break a promise but never breaking the
[?] in the pot, fiend at the stove
Meth, a W on my clothes
I'm a straight rider, straight to the devil with hoes
I'm fire, these motherfuckers is froze
a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

[Hook: Method
Redman, where you where you at
These rap niggas is wack, I that old thang back
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, [?] with gold
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 rocket [?]
Straight vegetarian nigga and ignore the
[?] keep the smoking
Slide in the club, cool like the frozen
out the wild thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high heels with the toes
me, 90's MC
Fuck a awards, underground is tax free
Look in the mirror I feel
The mirror 'you are, you conceited bastard'

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

4]
I came to the pain
Put niggas to shame, simple and
gon' remember my name
And all for respect not fame
So don't with me
You could give 'em rope, still can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they can't race with me
So far ahead of these niggas 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, modern day
Fuck you pay me, I'm the one who
[?] or over fortune
The game done changed, the sound done
All these niggas the same
The word don't even sound the same
Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it sound the same
I aim at the game, the real remain
Neck full of water like I drowned my
Flier a nigga jumping out the plane
than 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 want me spraying
Enough the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum
Whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a
still say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, bring old thang back
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 drop
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 it fast, barely make it back
Haters suffer, I'm okay with that
All this garbage, time to away the trash