Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a million
the yin and yang in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The evil specialize in misconstruing
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not ourself
We babble no more than we can bob our head 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 painted
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We for fights with fistcuffs
Get pissed enough to the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples thirteen
A righteous of righteous men
Even Judas the came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the
They teach that we were the of incest
Invest no level of into their system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mind
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

I bet you never heard of a playa no game
the truth to get
What I but shot it with no shame
this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they they paper
So I guess I can't or can I?

I feel they disrespectin' the thang
Them hooks like sellin' dope to folks
And I choke when the food they serve tastin' right
My stomach digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin' one mo'
From the South we in the house

Now hootie who wants to oppose?
We roll through Headland and
Where me and my surpassed the flow
And got for ours like hind catchers
My mind flashbacks to the black past
While my close niggaz at

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

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

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

For the robbin' crew, they robbin' you,
You must be
To stand up on yo' game and
crows you must be flawless
Like Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you of I wanna be playin'
But up on me like you miss me

You catchin' the vibe, packin' yo' shit
And rollin' yo' back
Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice
And rollin Cadillac
But man it I'm reachin' out
And the wrong nigga

Don't expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the
As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the
So keep that clean up out of nose
I said my piece and then I
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz

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

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

Bringin' our folks closer
'Cause severed us from the get green
Light and we gon' stop until we hit the big screen
because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our
old

Like eagles, people don't understand
Just like their parents don't be
I'm about you playin'
With phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

But you pimpin' no bitches
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves driveways
it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
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
Looks like breezes of autumn done blew my way
Like memories of

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

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