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 evil specialize in
We wanna be at a Presidential level, what are we
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
While we ask no for the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture that's
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We for fights with fistcuffs
Get enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And recognize mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even Judas the Betrayer came in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back it
Just face this mind
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

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

Now who wants to oppose? Suppose
We roll through Headland and
Where me and my niggaz surpassed the
And got for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches to the black past
my close niggaz laugh at

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my to rain
Been bearing 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 potnahs they me Big Boi
It's the the B-I-G,
Be speakin' the truth not talkin' shit boi
I'm of checkin' my traps
And bustin' my and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' your gas, watchin' yo' back

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

You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo'
And yo' eyes back
Flexin' up on the corner your dice
And your Cadillac
But man it I'm reachin' out
And touchin' the wrong

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 nose
I said my 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
bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of done finally blew my way
("Ninety-six be that year")
memories of yesterday

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

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

Like eagles, people don't understand
like their parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' you playin'
With that phony you sharin'
In your raps 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 into 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 enough to your soul
old

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

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

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