Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas a lot, some niggas sell a lot
niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums still trash I don't who the hell you got
Portraying the role of a G, we can you not
Sorry to bother you, I'm only what a father do
Your production is horrible, forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are better off, being heard
I in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
Grew up, put bullshit behind me
Started making demises untimely
for me, come to the hood you can find me
Gucci belt right on the waist 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
I ain't playing with these rap cats
This is the flow you learn
The you can't burn
Nigga, I've got stripes you can't

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

[Verse 2: Method
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me shoot up and back
With this stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm
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
[?] in the pot, fiend at the stove
Meth, rock a W on my
I'm a straight rider, straight to the devil 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 niggas is wack, I want that old back
I want old thang back
I want old thang back

3: Redman]
Dope boy, I'm like Rick James, I got 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 put on the beats
Game time, Doc like [?]
vegetarian nigga and ignore the beef
[?] keep the blow
Slide in the club, like the floor frozen
out the wild thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high heels with the open
me, 90's MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, underground is tax
Look in the mirror I feel
The mirror said 'you are, you conceited

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

4]
I came to bring the
Put to shame, simple and plain
gon' remember my name
And it's all for respect not
So don't with me
You could give 'em rope, they can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they still race with me
So far ahead of these they still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if ghostwriters got ghostwriters
cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even they was raping me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
Fuck you pay me, I'm the one who
[?] or fame over
The done changed, the sound done changed
All these sound the same
The word loyalty don't even the same
thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the real shall
Neck of water like I drowned my chain
Flier than a jumping out the plane
than 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 want me
with the mumble jumble
Santana though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste like
Yeah, that old thang back
I was told to whip it up and bring the thang back
When I was [?], you was rope
I was runnin' out of bags, you was tage
While you was hop scotching, I was drop
At the dealer paying for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was popping
Getting to the cash, paper bags
money fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it
Haters gonna suffer, I'm with that
All this garbage, to throw away the trash