Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All these niggas now is young
Everybody say the they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You gotta give a boy a to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know these days
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the but you all frontin' these days
Man, they old enough to drive
To tell them what should do, who the fuck 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 larger
Congrats 'cause you made it out mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
I see your watch icy and your whip
I got some good advice, never quit
that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad
'Cause everything's and it's pop now
drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a for the next wave
But mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought your impact?
These white love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin's
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a
They wanna see you from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it
They wanna be black and think your is how it feels
So you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, 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 shit 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 minute just to tell you that true
One day, them kids listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause they show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you popped '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 jewels and a of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't as you look
But if it's really what people sayin'
And you yourself playin' with my name
Then I know you fucked, trust
I'll be around 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop,