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
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas now is young
Everybody say the music make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' they know somethin' 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 they should do, who the am I?
I heard one of em' dissed me, I'm
I ain't trippin', listen to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
Congrats 'cause you it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
I see your icy and your 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 lil' rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad
everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next
But never mind, was just 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 that
But have you thought about your impact?
These white kids that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your 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, it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it
So you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people lookin' like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all bread you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is endin'
But I wanna a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for shit that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause they show up
Which unfortunately means the slow up
Now you scramblin' and to get hot again
But you forgot you popped 'cause 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 and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably happen 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 it's true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my
Then I really know you fucked,
I'll be forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just remember what I told you your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on & Hip-Hop, nigga