Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so
That we get 'em
The resident evil in misconstruing
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty we can't get our meat
While we ask no for the misplacement of the season
Look at the that's painted
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We for fights with fistcuffs
Get enough to miss the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
Jesus and His Disciples make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even the Betrayer came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach that we the product of incest
Invest no of self into their system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

I bet you never heard of a with no game
Told the to get
What I but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious others entertain
I see they they paper
So I guess I complain or can I?

I feel they disrespectin' the thang
Them hooks like sellin' dope to folks
And I choke when the food they serve tastin' right
My can't digest it even 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 Headland and
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for like hind catchers
My mind catches to the black past
While my close niggaz at

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

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

Uhh, born Antwan but my potnahs they call 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 your gas, they're watchin' yo' back

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

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

Don't me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the
So that clean up out of your nose
I said my piece and I hush
As the keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'

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

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

Bringin' our closer together
'Cause they severed us the get green
Light and we gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and we fly back to our nest
old

Like some eagles, people understand
Just like their parents be carin'
I'm about you playin'
With that phony stuff you
In your Mercedes Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

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

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 done finally blew my way
memories of yesterday

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

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