Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so
That we get 'em
The evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head
Nimrod by the we forty 'cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the of the season
Look at the picture that's
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We fall for with fistcuffs
Get pissed to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of known as mankind
and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even the Betrayer came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach that we the product of incest
Invest no level of self their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back it
Just this mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

I they disrespectin' the whole thang
Them like sellin' dope to black folks
And I when the food they serve ain't tastin' right
My stomach can't it even when I bless it
I'm confessin' one mo'
From the South we in the tonight

Now who wants to oppose? Suppose
We through Headland and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz the flow
And got down for like hind catchers
My catches flashbacks to the black past
While my close laugh at

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

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

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

For the crew, thinkin' they robbin' you,
You be cautious
To up on yo' game and pimpin'
These crows you must be
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' wombats got you dizzy
My you know of I wanna be playin'
But runnin' up on me you miss me

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

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

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

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

Bringin' our closer together
'Cause they severed us the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big
because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly to our nest
old

Like some eagles, don't understand
Just like parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' about you
that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes and all your riches
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 good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot enough to feed your soul
old

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

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

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