Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a million
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so
we get 'em confused
The resident evil in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, what are we
Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself
By not ourself
We can't babble no more we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we get our meat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the
at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights fistcuffs
Get pissed enough to 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 known as
Jesus and His Twelve make thirteen
A righteous number of men
Even Judas the Betrayer came in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach that we were the product of
Invest no level of self their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back it
face this mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

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

I feel they disrespectin' the thang
Them hooks like sellin' dope to black
And I choke when the food serve ain't tastin' right
My can't digest 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 surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like catchers
My mind flashbacks to the black past
While my niggaz laugh at

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

("Ninety-six be that year")
gotta change
Sounds of 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
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Like 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 my raps and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' gas, they're watchin' yo' back

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

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

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's change
Sounds of and happiness 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 be that year")
Like of yesterday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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