Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We s'posed to get past 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 talkin' like know somethin' these days
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' days
Man, they barely old to drive
To tell them they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' dissed me, I'm
I ain't trippin', good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out mama's house
I hope you make to buy your mom a house
I see your icy and your whip foreign
I got some advice, never quit tourin'
that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky rap name
I hear music and I know that rap's changed
A of folks would say that that's a bad thing
everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the that's hot now
See, I've been on a for the next wave
But never mind, that was a segue
I must say, by songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect
But have you ever thought about your
These white kids love that you don't a fuck
'Cause that's what's expected when your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, they see you pop a pill
They wanna see you from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, it, I gotta keep it real
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 ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you blew
I know you think this of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening grow up
And get too old for that shit that you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light they don't show up
Which unfortunately the money slow 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' regrets
'Cause you bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of
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 good
I'm hoping for your that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really what people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
Then I know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop,