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 niggas now is young
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 respect the struggle but you all frontin' these
Man, they old enough to drive
To tell them what should do, who the fuck am I?
I one of em' dissed me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', listen to my reply
here lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger
Congrats 'cause you it out your mama's house
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 the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky rap name
I hear music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad
'Cause commercial 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 to see a Black man get paid
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 expected when your skin's black
wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it
So when you up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you blew
I know you think this type of is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening gon' up
And get too old for that shit made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin'
Now you old news and you through regrets
'Cause you bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of and a bunch of shoes
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
a faster route to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't as you look
But if it's really what people sayin'
And you call yourself with my name
Then I really you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my is tip-top
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga