Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
we get 'em confused
The resident specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not bein'
We babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
by the time we forty 'cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no for the misplacement of the season
at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We for fights with fistcuffs
Get pissed to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of
And recognize this mind on the of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples make
A righteous of righteous men
Even Judas the Betrayer came in the end
The Devil say the end is the
They teach that we were the of incest
Invest no level of self their system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mind
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

I feel disrespectin' the whole thang
Them hooks sellin' dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't right
My stomach can't digest it when I bless it
I'm confessin' one mo'
the South we in the house tonight

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

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

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

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

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

You the wrong vibe, packin' yo' shit
And rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your
And rollin your
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 flippin', niggaz dippin'

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

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

Bringin' our closer together
'Cause they us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big
Psych 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 about you playin'
that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Benz 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 smokin' good and sloppy head on
Friday's are but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed soul
old

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

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

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