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 these niggas popping now is
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 talkin' like they know somethin' these
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all these days
Man, they barely old enough to
To tell what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', 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 mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy mom a house
I see your 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 funky lil' rap name
I hear your and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks 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 never mind, that was a segue
I say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about impact?
These white kids that you don't give a fuck
'Cause exactly what's expected when your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a
They wanna see you tatted your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta it real
They wanna be black and think your 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 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 think this type of revenue is endin'
But I take a minute just to tell you that 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 lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was 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 of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' when you rappin'
'Bout the of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm hoping for your that you ain't dumb as you look
But if really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' my name
Then I know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just remember what I you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop,