Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We wasn't to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You gotta give a boy a to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know these days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I the struggle but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to
To tell them what should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' dissed me, I'm
I trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger
Congrats you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your foreign
I got some good advice, never tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap
I'm fuckin' with funky lil' rap name
I hear music and I know that rap's changed
A of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, I've on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, was just a segue
I must say, by your I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't give a
'Cause that's exactly what's expected your skin's black
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 be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect money when it's due
You that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that you done blew
I know you this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to you that ain't true
One day, kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' through
'Cause you never that house, but you got a Benz
And a of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you 'bout
It's a route to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm hoping for your sake you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people
And you call playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked,
be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on & Hip-Hop, nigga