Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception a million fold
Visualize the yin and in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The resident evil specialize in
We wanna be at a Presidential level, are we doing?
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 'cause we can't get our meat
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture that's
as the mind who's blinded to the point
Where Sodomites get all the
We fall for fights fistcuffs
Get pissed enough to the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say stand up on deception of all of Revelations
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 came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the
They teach that we the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of
Stand with us and don't back upon it
face this mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

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

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

Now hootie who to oppose? Suppose
We roll through and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz the flow
And got down for ours like hind
My catches flashbacks to the black past
While my niggaz laugh at

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

("Ninety-six be that year")
Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my
Looks breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
("Ninety-six be that 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 that shit boi
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my
And bustin' my raps and throwin' craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' gas, they're watchin' yo' back

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

You catchin' the wrong vibe, yo' shit
And rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the corner your dice
And rollin Cadillac
But man it I'm reachin' 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 said my piece and then I
As the keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'

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

I be love it we are gathered to life
So pissed to lather we clean
Some issues to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh like Liberty yes them bullets keep on rangin'
On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on

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

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

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

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

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

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