Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't to get past 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is
Everybody say the music 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 somethin' these
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I the struggle but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old to drive
To tell them what should do, who the fuck am I?
I one of em' dissed me, I'm suprised
I trippin', listen good 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 your mama's
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
I see watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your lil' rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, they see you pop a pill
wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I keep it real
They be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them up too
You hit the city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you blew
I know you this type of revenue 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 shit that made you blow up
Now your shows light cause they don't show up
Which means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot
But you forgot you only popped you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you through regrets
'Cause you never bought house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
a faster route to the bottom
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 yourself 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 wanna get
remember what I told you when your shit flop
In years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga