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 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 gotta give a boy a chance to some
Everybody talkin' like know somethin' these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the but you all frontin' these days
Man, they old enough to drive
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 lil' man, let me talk ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger
Congrats 'cause you it out your mama's house
I hope you make to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your foreign
I got some good advice, never quit
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap
I'm fuckin' your funky lil' rap name
I hear music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks say that that's a bad thing
'Cause commercial and it's pop now
Trap is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a for the next wave
But never mind, was just a segue
I must say, by your I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I that
But have you ever about your impact?
white kids love that you don't 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 face to heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it
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 gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the 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 type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them 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 to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' through
you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you dumb as you look
But if it's true what people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
Then I really you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In five years you be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga