Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We wasn't s'posed to get 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All these popping now is young
Everybody say the music make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You gotta a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody like they know somethin' these days
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these
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 trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me with ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger
Congrats 'cause you made it out your house
I hope you enough to buy your mom a house
I see watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never tourin'
'Cause the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know rap's changed
A of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and 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 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 thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't a fuck
that's exactly what's expected when 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 down, fuck it, I gotta 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 next city, collect money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a with all that bread you done blew
I you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that true
One day, them kids that's listening gon' up
And get too old for shit that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause don't 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 goin' through
'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 tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the of shit you rappin' '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 really true what people sayin'
And you call 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 get rocked
Just remember what I told you when shit flop
In five years you gon' be on & Hip-Hop, nigga