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

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We wasn't s'posed to get 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we
All these popping now is young
say the music they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You gotta give a boy a to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these
Man, they old enough to drive
To them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' dissed me, I'm
I trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy mom a house
I see watch icy and your whip 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 your and I know that rap's changed
A of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause commercial and it's pop now
drums is the shit that's hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was a segue
I must say, by your I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But have you thought about your impact?
These white kids love you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's what's expected when your skin's black
They wanna see you dab, they see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your
And somewhere down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money it's due
You gettin' paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the that's 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 this of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that true
One day, them kids that's listening grow up
And get too old for that shit that you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light they don't show up
Which means the money slow up
Now you and hopin' to get hot again
But you you only popped 'cause 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 and a bunch of shoes
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
It's a faster to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't as you look
But if it's really true what people
And you call yourself playin' my name
Then I really you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my is tip-top
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga