Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm I survived
We wasn't to get past 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is
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 some
Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' days
Niggas actin' woke, but broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these
Man, they barely old enough to
To them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I one of em' dissed me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my
Come here man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger
'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy mom a house
I see your icy and your whip foreign
I got good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky rap name
I hear your and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and pop now
Trap drums is the shit hot now
See, been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, was just a segue
I must say, by songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you fun and I respect that
But have you thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when skin's black
wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted your 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 them up too
You hit the city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that you done blew
I know you think this 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 shit made you blow up
Now your shows lookin' light cause they show up
Which unfortunately means the money up
Now you and hopin' 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 of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't you
I'm just you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin'
It's a faster route to the
I you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you
But if it's really true what people
And you call yourself playin' with my
Then I know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my 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