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
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these popping now is young
say the music they make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the thing
You gotta a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like know somethin' these days
actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I the struggle but you all frontin' 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 trippin', listen good to my reply
Come lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the picture
'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
I see your watch icy and whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit
'Cause the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad
'Cause everything's commercial and pop now
Trap drums is the that's hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was a segue
I say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't give a
that's 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 deep down, fuck it, I keep it real
They wanna be black and your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see turnin' up too
You hit the next city, your money when it's due
You that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a crib all that bread you done blew
I know you think this of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening grow up
And get too old for shit that made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money 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' regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a
And a bunch of and a bunch of shoes
And a of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm tellin' you what's 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 that you dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people
And you yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked,
I'll be forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years you be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga