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 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 chance to grow
Everybody talkin' they know somethin' these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I the struggle 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' me, I'm suprised
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 you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy 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 your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, I've on a quest for the next wave
But mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your 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 white 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
They wanna see you from your face to your heels
And deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and your song is how it feels
So when you up, you see them 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' the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a crib all that bread you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never
But I wanna a minute just to tell you that 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' light cause they don't up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you scramblin' and to get hot again
But you you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' regrets
'Cause you bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of
And a bunch of friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster 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 people sayin'
And you call yourself with my name
Then I really know you fucked,
be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when shit flop
In five you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga