Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a 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, playin'
By not bein'
We can't babble no more than we can bob our 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 that's painted
Tainted as the mind blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights fistcuffs
Get enough to miss the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
Jesus and His Disciples make thirteen
A righteous of righteous men
Even the Betrayer came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and look back upon it
Just face this mind
Otherwise

My memories of
("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 with no game
the truth to get
What I want but shot it with no
Take this dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin' paper
So I guess I complain or can I?

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

Now hootie who wants to Suppose
We roll Headland and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz the flow
And got down for ours like catchers
My mind catches to the black past
While my niggaz laugh at

The Southern slang, finger and Mojo chicken 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 thoughts

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

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

For the robbin' crew, thinkin' robbin' you,
You be cautious
To stand up on yo' game and
These crows you be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I 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 tossin' your dice
And rollin Cadillac
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 your
I said my piece and then I
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz

("Ninety-six be that year")
Something's change
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 memories of

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

Bringin' our folks together
'Cause they us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop we hit the big screen
because 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 their don't be carin'
I'm about you playin'
With that phony you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all riches
you got it, but get it get it

But you pimpin' no bitches
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy on highways
Friday's are tight but 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
Looks like breezes of autumn finally blew my way
memories of yesterday

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

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