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
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas now is young
Everybody say the music make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You gotta give a boy a to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' days
Man, they old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the am I?
I heard one of em' dissed me, I'm
I ain't trippin', listen to my reply
Come lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
I see your watch icy and your foreign
I got some good advice, never tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with 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 and it's pop now
Trap is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the wave
But never mind, that was just a
I must say, by songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect
But have you ever thought your impact?
These white kids love you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin's
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I keep it real
They be black and think your song is how it feels
So you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a with all that bread you done blew
I know you think this type of is never endin'
But I wanna a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's gon' grow up
And get too old for shit that made you blow up
Now your lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin'
Now you old and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a of shoes
And a bunch of friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen you rappin'
the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a route to the bottom
I you good luck
I'm for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's true what people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked,
be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just remember what I told you when your flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga