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

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We wasn't to get past 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas now is young
Everybody say the music they make is
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody like they know somethin' these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all these days
Man, they barely old to drive
To them what they should do, who the fuck 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 with ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's
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 that's the way we eat here in this rap
I'm fuckin' with funky lil' rap name
I hear your and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause 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, was just a segue
I say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect
But have you ever thought about impact?
These white love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when skin's black
They wanna see you dab, wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it
They wanna be black and think your song is how it
So when you turn up, you see turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your when it's due
You gettin' 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 never
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't
One day, them kids listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that that made you blow up
Now your shows light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and to get hot again
But you forgot you only 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you through regrets
you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you
'Bout the type of you rappin' 'bout
It's a route to the bottom
I wish you luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you
But if really true what people sayin'
And you call playin' with my name
Then I know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when shit flop
In five years you gon' be on & Hip-Hop, nigga