Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to some
Everybody like they know somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I respect the but you all frontin' these days
Man, barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the am I?
I one of em' dissed me, I'm suprised
I trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me with ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
Congrats you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
I see watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap
I'm with your funky lil' rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and pop now
Trap drums is the that's hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a
I must say, by your I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I that
But have you ever thought about your
These white kids love that you don't give a
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your black
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your
And deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them up too
You hit the city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, in bitches, I don't blame you
You thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you done
I know you think this of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit that you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause they don't up
Which unfortunately means the slow up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you through regrets
'Cause you never that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I judgin' you
I'm just you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my
Then I really know you fucked,
I'll be forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just what I told you when your shit flop
In years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga