Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We wasn't to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
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 give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these
Man, barely old enough to drive
To them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', good to my reply
here lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can for you the larger picture
Congrats you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make to buy your mom a house
I see watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit
'Cause the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know rap's changed
A bunch of folks say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's and it's pop now
Trap drums is the that's hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was a segue
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?
white kids love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I keep it real
They wanna be black and think song is how it feels
So when you up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when due
You gettin' paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a crib all that bread you done blew
I you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause they show up
Which unfortunately the money slow up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was trends
Now you old and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' when you rappin'
the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you dumb as you look
But if really true what people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I you when your shit flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga