Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

[Verse 1:
Some niggas tell a lot, niggas sell a lot
Some niggas to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums trash I don't care who the hell you got
Portraying the role of a G, we can you not
to bother you, I'm only doing what a father do
Your production is horrible, forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are off, never being heard
I came in grinding, Puff me shining
Put 'em both together, a protege of the
up, put that bullshit behind me
Started making demises untimely
Looking for me, come to the hood you can me
Gucci right on the waist where the 9 be
.38 in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, the jacks at
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
Cause I ain't with 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
These rap niggas is wack, I that old thang back
Yeah, I that old thang back
Yeah, I want that old back

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

Method Man]
Redman, where you where you at
rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back
I want that old 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 the runnerman on Soul Train
a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put her on the
My thoughts, the blue put on the beats
time, Doc rocket like [?]
Straight nigga and ignore the beef
[?] the blow smoking
Slide in the club, cool like the 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 'you are, you conceited bastard'

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

4]
I came to bring the
Put niggas to shame, and plain
They remember my name
And all for respect not fame
So play with me
You could give 'em rope, they still hang with me
Pass the [?], still can't race with me
So far ahead of these niggas they chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if niggas got ghostwriters
Nothing cease to you
Labels used to care, though they was raping me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or over fortune
The done changed, the sound done changed
All niggas sound the same
The word don't even 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 water like I drowned my
Flier than a nigga out the plane
Higher you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better you niggas that's without me saying
Treat the money like the work, we count we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you don't me spraying
Enough the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum
lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste gumbo
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 drop
At the dealer cash for them paper tags
you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
Getting to the cash, brown bags
money fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm with that
All this garbage, time to throw away the