Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these popping now is young
Everybody say the they make is dumb
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 somethin' these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the but you all frontin' these days
Man, barely old enough to drive
To tell them they should do, who the fuck am I?
I one of em' dissed me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', listen to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me with ya'
See if I can paint for you the 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 whip foreign
I got some advice, never quit tourin'
that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that changed
A bunch of would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and pop now
Trap drums is the that's hot now
See, been 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 love to see a man get paid
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought your impact?
white kids love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when skin's black
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your
And somewhere down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your is how it feels
So you turn up, you see them turnin' 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 lookin' like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda a crib with all that bread you done blew
I you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute to tell you that ain't true
One day, them that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit that made you up
Now shows 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 ridin'
Now you old news and you goin' regrets
'Cause you bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I judgin' you
I'm just you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
a faster route to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people
And you call yourself with my name
I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you your shit flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga