Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All these niggas popping now is
Everybody say the music they make is
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You gotta give a boy a to grow some
talkin' like they know somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I the struggle 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 ain't trippin', good to my reply
Come here man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can for you the larger 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 whip
I got some advice, never quit tourin'
that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's and it's pop now
drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next
But mind, that was just a segue
I say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect
But you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected your skin's black
wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta it real
wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see turnin' up too
You hit the city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda a crib with all that bread you done blew
I you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute to tell you that ain't true
One day, kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for shit that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot
But you forgot you only 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' through
you never bought 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 tellin' you probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
It's a faster route to the
I you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
Then I really you fucked, trust
I'll be around 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga