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 popping now is young
Everybody say the music they make is
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You give 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 frontin' these
Man, barely 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
here lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can for you the larger picture
Congrats you made it out your mama's house
I you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your foreign
I got some good advice, never quit
that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad
'Cause commercial and it's pop now
drums is the shit that's hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a
I must say, by your I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I that
But have you ever thought your impact?
These white kids love that you give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a
wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a with all that bread you done blew
I know you this type of revenue is never endin'
But I take a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit that you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light they don't show up
Which means the money slow up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin'
Now you old and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you
But if it's really true people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' my name
Then I know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just remember what I told you when your flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga