Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
we get 'em confused
The resident evil specialize in
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not bein'
We can't babble no more 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 misplacement of the
Look at the that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the
Where Sodomites get all the
We fall for fights with
Get pissed to miss the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
Jesus and His Twelve make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the
They teach we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of
Stand with us and don't look back it
Just face mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

I bet you heard of a playa with no game
the truth to get
What I but shot it with no shame
this music dead serious while others entertain
I see makin' they paper
So I guess I complain or can I?

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

Now hootie who wants to Suppose
We through Headland and Delowe
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like catchers
My catches flashbacks to the black past
While my close niggaz at

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

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

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs call me Big Boi
the nigga the B-I-G,
Be speakin' the truth not talkin' that 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 crew, thinkin' they robbin' you,
You must be
To stand up on yo' and pimpin'
These you must be flawless
Like Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be
But runnin' up on me like you me

You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo'
And rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice
And rollin your
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 leavin' 'em in the
So keep clean up out of your nose
I my piece and then I hush
As the candidate flippin', niggaz dippin'

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

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

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

Like some eagles, don't understand
Just their 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, like leaves into driveways
it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your
old

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

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