Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The resident evil in misconstruing
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself
By not bein'
We can't 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 reason for the of the season
Look at the picture painted
Tainted as the mind blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We fall for fights with
Get pissed enough to the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And recognize mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples thirteen
A number 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 their of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't back upon it
Just this mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my they call me Big Boi
the nigga the B-I-G,
Be speakin' the truth not that shit boi
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my
And my raps 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 crows you must be
Mortal 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 catchin' the vibe, packin' yo' shit
And rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the corner your dice
And rollin your
But man it seems I'm out
And touchin' the nigga

Don't expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the
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 keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'

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

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

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

Like some eagles, people understand
Just like parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' about you
With that phony stuff you
In your raps Mercedes 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 smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
are tight but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm to feed your soul
old

Something's change
Sounds of and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing burden for too many of my days
like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of

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

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