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

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We s'posed to get past 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is
Everybody say the music they is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all these days
Man, they barely old enough to
To tell them what should do, who the fuck am I?
I one of em' dissed me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk ya'
See if I can for you the larger picture
'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you enough to buy your mom a house
I see watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit
'Cause the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with funky lil' rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the wave
But mind, that 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 havin' fun and I respect
But you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't 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 down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and your song is how it feels
So when you up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you done
I know you think type of revenue is never 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 shows lookin' light cause don't show up
Which unfortunately the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot
But you forgot you only popped you was ridin' trends
Now you old and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you 'bout
a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't as you look
But if it's really true people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is
To any amateur that wanna get rocked
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga