Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true multiplied a million fold
the yin and yang in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The resident specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not bein'
We can't babble no more than we can bob our offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty 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 who's blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights with
Get pissed to miss the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples make
A number of righteous men
Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach that we were the product of
Invest no level of into their system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

("Ninety-six be that year")
Yeah, like
("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 while others entertain
I see makin' they paper
So I guess I can't or can I?

I feel disrespectin' the whole thang
Them like sellin' dope to black folks
And I choke when the food 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 hootie who to oppose? Suppose
We roll Headland and Delowe
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black
While my close niggaz at

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

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

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

For the robbin' crew, thinkin' robbin' you,
You must be
To up on yo' game and pimpin'
These crows you be flawless
Mortal 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 your Cadillac
But man it I'm reachin' out
And touchin' the nigga

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's gotta
of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too of my days
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 we come clean
Some issues need to be addressed envelopes I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes them keep on rangin'
On fire the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin'

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

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

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

Something's change
Sounds of laughter and happiness my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my
Looks like breezes of autumn done finally my way
memories of yesterday

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

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