Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, 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, being heard
I came in grinding, made me shining
Put 'em both together, a protege of the
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 where the 9 be
.38 in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 in the trunk, where the jacks at
is in arm length will get backslapped
Cause I playing with these rap cats
This is the you can't learn
The dutch you can't
Nigga, I've got you can't earn

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

[Verse 2: Method
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me up and lean back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my
Most my team sling
If I hit corner with G packs
cause the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who rap?
wack, Killerbees is back in the booth
And fuck a [?]
[?] his battery at
The bastard child of Clarence and Reagonomics
On 1st and 15th make sure you bring me [?]
Might break a promise but never the code
[?] coke in the pot, fiend at the
Meth, a W on my clothes
I'm a straight rider, straight to the with these hoes
I'm straight fire, motherfuckers is froze
a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

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

[Verse 3:
Dope boy, I'm Rick James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] with frames
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 blue put on the beats
time, Doc rocket like [?]
Straight vegetarian nigga and ignore the
[?] keep the blow
Slide in the club, cool like the floor
out the wild thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high with the toes open
me, 90's MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, underground is tax
Look in the I feel fantastic
The mirror said 'you are, you conceited

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

4]
I came to the pain
Put niggas to shame, and plain
They gon' remember my
And it's all for respect not
So don't play me
You could give 'em rope, still can't hang with me
the [?], they still can't race with me
So far ahead of these niggas they still me
I wouldn't be if niggas ghostwriters 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 these sound the same
The word loyalty don't even sound the
Good thing I the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the real remain
Neck full of water I drowned my chain
Flier than a nigga jumping out the
Higher you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better than you niggas without me saying
the money like the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you don't want me
Enough with the mumble
back though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta kush and it's 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
When I was [?], you was rope
I was out of bags, you was playing tage
While you was hop scotching, I was drop
At the paying cash for them paper tags
you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
Getting to the cash, paper bags
money fast and it never last
Yeah, they make it fast, barely it back
Haters suffer, I'm okay with that
All garbage, time to throw away the trash