Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
That we get 'em
The resident specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself
By not bein'
We can't babble no more than we can bob our offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we get our meat
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture that's
as the mind who's blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We fall for fights fistcuffs
Get enough to miss the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve make thirteen
A righteous of righteous men
Even Judas the came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They that we were the product of incest
no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look upon it
Just face mind state
Otherwise

My memories of
("Ninety-six be that year")

("Ninety-six be that year")

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Yeah, that
("Ninety-six gonna be year")

I bet you never heard of a playa with no
the truth to get
What I but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others
I see they they paper
So I guess I complain or can I?

I feel they the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin' dope to folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin'
My stomach can't it even when I bless it
I'm one mo' lesson
From the we in the house tonight

Now hootie who wants to Suppose
We roll through and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz the flow
And got down for ours like catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the past
While my close niggaz at

The slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no thang
So go and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Bambaata, so you and your potnah
Gather your

("Ninety-six be that year")
Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to
Been bearing this burden for too of my days
Looks like breezes of done finally blew my way
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Like memories of

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs call me Big Boi
It's the the B-I-G,
Be speakin' the truth not talkin' shit boi
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my
And bustin' my raps and them craps
is no convenience,
You your gas, they're watchin' yo' back

For the crew, thinkin' they robbin' you,
You must be
To stand up on yo' and pimpin'
These you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I be playin'
But runnin' up on me like you me

You catchin' the vibe, packin' yo' shit
And rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice
And rollin your
But man it seems I'm out
And touchin' the nigga

expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the
So keep clean up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

("Ninety-six be that year")
Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and turns my teardrops to rain
bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Like memories of

I really be it we are gathered to life
So pissed to lather we come
Some need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes bullets keep on rangin'
On fire the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin'

Bringin' our folks together
'Cause they severed us from the get
Light and we ain't gon' until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and we fly back to our nest
old

Like some eagles, people understand
Just like parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' about you
that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your
you got it, but get it get it

But you ain't no bitches
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on
Friday's are tight but just makes it old
tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul
old

Something's gotta
of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this for too many of my days
like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
Like of yesterday

("Ninety-six be that year")
gotta change
Sounds of and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
("Ninety-six be that year")
Been bearing this burden for too of my days
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Looks like breezes of autumn done blew my way
memories of yesterday

See all them leaves must fall down, old
Fat turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green yellow brown
Autumn called 'em, see all them leaves fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass to flab
Sores that was wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees and green turn yellow brown
Autumn called 'em, see all them must fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to
Trees bright and green turn yellow
called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old