Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

[Verse 1:
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas a lot
niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot
Albums still I don't care who the hell you got
the role 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 metaphors are better off, never being heard
I in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put 'em together, a protege of the 90's
Grew up, put that bullshit me
Started niggas demises untimely
Looking for me, to the hood you can find 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 length will get
Cause I ain't playing these rap cats
This is the you can't learn
The dutch you can't
Nigga, I've got stripes you can't

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

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

[Hook: Method
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 Rick James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] with frames
Doc doing the runnerman on Soul
With a chinese girl, the get Lo Mein
for the raw, I put her on the streets
My thoughts, the blue put on the beats
Game time, Doc like [?]
Straight vegetarian and ignore the beef
[?] the blow smoking
Slide in the club, cool the floor frozen
out the wild thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and heels with the toes open
me, 90's MC
Fuck a Grammy awards, is tax free
in the mirror I feel fantastic
The said 'you are, you conceited bastard'

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

4]
I came to the pain
Put niggas to shame, and plain
gon' remember my name
And it's all for not fame
So play with me
You could give 'em rope, they can't hang with me
Pass the [?], they still can't race me
So far ahead of these they still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got
cease to amaze you
Labels used to care, even they was raping me
Now it's 360 deals, day slavery
you pay me, I'm the one who calling
[?] or fame over
The game done changed, the sound done
All these niggas the same
The word loyalty don't sound the same
Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always the same
I aim at the game, the real remain
Neck full of water like I drowned my
than a nigga jumping out the plane
Higher than you niggas, you can [?]
Better than you that's without me saying
Treat the money the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] head, you don't want me spraying
with the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a 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 whole back
I was [?], you was jumping rope
I was runnin' out of bags, you was playing
While you was hop scotching, I was shopping
At the dealer cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was popping
Getting to the cash, brown paper
money fast and it never last
Yeah, they it fast, barely make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay that
All this garbage, to throw away the trash