Luyện nghe bài hát Ol Thang Back

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

1: Jadakiss]
Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas a lot
Some niggas used to be mad nice, then a lot
Albums still trash I don't care who the you got
the role of a G, we can tell 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, 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, the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, where the at
Whoever is in arm will get backslapped
Cause I playing with these rap cats
This is the flow you 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 that old thang
Yeah, I want old thang back
Yeah, I want old thang back

[Verse 2: Method
[?] need a dopefiend
Let me shoot up and lean
With this needle stuck in my arm, never in my charm
Most my team crack
If I hit every corner G packs
Might the man DC to relapse
[?] Hip hop junkies, who needs
MC's wack, Killerbees is in the booth
And fuck a [?]
[?] his battery at
The bastard child of Clarence Thomas and
On every 1st and 15th make you bring me [?]
break a promise but never breaking the code
[?] coke in the pot, at the stove
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 that like to powder her nose

Method Man]
Redman, you been where you at
These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang
I that old thang back
I want that old back

3: Redman]
Dope boy, I'm like James, I got that old thang
I got a gold chain, [?] with frames
Doc doing the runnerman on Train
With a chinese girl, the 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
[?] the blow smoking
in the club, cool like the floor frozen
Check out the thang got a [?] loco
Big ass and high heels with the toes
me, 90's MC
Fuck a awards, underground is tax free
in the mirror I feel fantastic
The mirror said 'you are, you conceited

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

4]
I came to bring the
Put niggas to shame, and plain
They remember my name
And all for respect not fame
So don't play me
You give 'em rope, they 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 surprised if niggas ghostwriters got
Nothing 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 done changed, the sound done changed
All these niggas the same
The word loyalty don't even sound the
Good I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same
I aim at the game, the shall remain
Neck full of water I drowned my chain
Flier than a jumping out the plane
than you niggas, you can finally [?]
Better than you that's without me saying
Treat the like the work, we don't count we weight it
[?], aim it, it, flame it
[?] shower head, you want me spraying
Enough with the jumble
Santana though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta kush and it's in a fronto
Fiends still say my work taste like
Yeah, bring that old back
I was told to whip it up and the whole thang back
When I was [?], you was jumping
I was out of bags, you was playing tage
While you was hop scotching, I was shopping
At the dealer paying cash for paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was popping
Getting to the cash, brown bags
Blowing money and it never last
Yeah, make it fast, barely make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm with that
All this garbage, to throw away the trash