Luyện nghe bài hát 1985 (DJ Premier 1966 Remix)

1985, I
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I
We s'posed to get past 25
on you motherfucker, we alive
All these popping now is young
Everybody say the music make is dumb
I I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same
You gotta a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like know somethin' these days
Niggas woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' days
Man, they barely old enough to
To tell them 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 lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you the larger
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a
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' with your funky rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap's
A of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause commercial and it's pop now
Trap is the shit that's hot now
See, I've 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 love to see a man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I that
But have you ever thought about impact?
These white kids love you don't give a fuck
'Cause exactly 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 to your heels
And somewhere down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it
So you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's like me and you
True, you got better to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread you done
I you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you ain't true
One day, them that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that that made you blow up
Now shows lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the 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' regrets
'Cause you never that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of
And a bunch of fake friends, I judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you 'bout
It's a faster to the bottom
I you good luck
I'm hoping for sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what sayin'
And you call yourself with my name
Then I really you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my is tip-top
To any amateur that wanna get rocked
Just remember I told you when your shit flop
In five years you be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga