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

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We s'posed to get past 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is
Everybody say the they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow
Everybody talkin' like they know these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' days
Man, they barely old enough to
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 good to my
Come here man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the 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 whip
I got good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky rap name
I hear your music and I know rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad
everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the that's 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 love to see a Black man get
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought your impact?
These white kids love you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly expected when your skin's black
They see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta it real
wanna 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 your money when due
You that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't '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 think this type of revenue is endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to you that ain't true
One day, kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that that made you blow up
Now your lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped you was ridin' trends
Now you old and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a of shoes
And a bunch of friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm hoping for your sake that you dumb as you look
But if really true what people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked,
I'll be forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas wanna get rocked
remember what I told you when your shit flop
In years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga