Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (Intro to "The Fall Off")

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All these niggas popping now is
say the music they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to 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 what they do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', good to my reply
Come lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can for you the larger picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out mama's house
I hope you enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your foreign
I got some good advice, never tourin'
'Cause the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm with your funky lil' rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that a bad thing
everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, I've been on a for the next wave
But mind, that was just a segue
I say, by your 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 ever thought about impact?
These white kids love that you give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly expected when your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it
They wanna be black and your 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 that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda a crib with all that bread you done blew
I know you this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening grow up
And get too old for that shit made you blow up
Now your shows 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 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 probably gon' happen when you
'Bout the type of you rappin' 'bout
a faster route to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't as you look
But if it's true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my
Then I really know you fucked,
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is
To any amateur niggas that get rocked
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop,