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 specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, what are we
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not bein'
We can't no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we get our meat
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
Look at the that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's to the point
Where Sodomites get all the
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 this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even Judas the came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach we were the product of incest
Invest no of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand us and don't look back upon it
Just this mind state
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

I they disrespectin' the whole thang
hooks like sellin' dope to black folks
And I choke when the food serve ain't tastin' right
My stomach digest 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 roll through and Delowe
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got for ours like hind 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 better
So go 'head and, it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your
Gather thoughts

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

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

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

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

Don't expect me to be pimpin' get index 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 candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness my teardrops to rain
Been bearing burden for too many of my days
Looks breezes 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 pissed to lather we come
Some issues need to be addressed like I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes bullets keep on rangin'
On fire like the mass choir we keep on sangin'

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

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

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

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
gotta change
Sounds of laughter and turns my teardrops to rain
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Been bearing this 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 down, growin' old
Fat titties to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to
bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn called 'em, see all them leaves fall down, growin' old
Fat titties to teardrops 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 that was wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn brown
Autumn called 'em, see all them must fall down, growin' old