Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All these popping now is young
Everybody say the they 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 somethin' days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I respect the but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to
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
Come lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy mom a house
I see your watch icy and whip foreign
I got good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap
I hear your music and I know that changed
A bunch of folks say that 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 a segue
I must say, by your I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect
But have you ever about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's when your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, they see you pop a pill
They see you tatted from your face to your heels
And deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't you
You ain't thinkin' the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You bought a crib with 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 kids that's listening gon' up
And get too old for that that made 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 you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of
And a bunch of fake friends, I judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of you rappin' 'bout
It's a route to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my
Then I really you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my is tip-top
To any amateur that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop,