Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception a million fold
the yin and yang in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The resident evil in misconstruing
We wanna be at a level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our offbeat
Nimrod by the time we 'cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the of the season
Look at the that's painted
Tainted as the mind 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 horror as mankind
Jesus and His Disciples make thirteen
A righteous of righteous men
Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this state
Babylon

My of yesterday
("Ninety-six be that 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 with no game
the truth to get
What I but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious others entertain
I see makin' they paper
So I I can't complain or can I?

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

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

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

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

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my 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 and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' your gas, watchin' yo' back

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

You the wrong vibe, packin' yo' shit
And yo' eyes back
Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your
And rollin Cadillac
But man it I'm reachin' 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 my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

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

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

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

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

But you ain't pimpin' no
you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy on highways
Friday's are but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your
old

Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to
Been this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of autumn finally blew my way
Like memories of

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

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