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

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All niggas popping now is young
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 these days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' days
Man, barely old enough to drive
To tell what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' me, I'm suprised
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 you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip
I got some good advice, quit tourin'
that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky rap name
I your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks say that that's a bad thing
everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next
But never mind, that was 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 that
But have you ever thought about impact?
These kids love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause exactly what's expected when your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your is how it feels
So when you up, you see them 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 thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda a crib with all that bread you done blew
I know you think this of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause don't show up
Which means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you through regrets
'Cause you never bought house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of and a bunch of shoes
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
It's a route to the bottom
I wish you good
I'm hoping for your sake you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my
Then I know you fucked, trust
be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on & Hip-Hop, nigga