Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a million
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
That we get 'em
The evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not ourself
We can't babble no than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty we can't get our meat
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
Look at the that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's to the point
Where get all the rights
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 all of Revelations
And recognize mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve make thirteen
A righteous number of men
Even Judas the Betrayer true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach that we the product of incest
Invest no level of into their system of Paganomics
Stand 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 gonna be year")
Yeah, like
("Ninety-six be that year")

I bet you never heard of a playa with no
Told the to get
I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead while others entertain
I see they makin' they
So I guess I complain or can I?

I feel they the whole thang
hooks like sellin' dope to black folks
And I when the food they serve ain't tastin' right
My stomach digest it even 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
me and my niggaz surpassed 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 and Mojo chicken wangs
I up on booty shake 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
your thoughts

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's gotta
Sounds of and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this 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 Patton but my potnahs they 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 my raps and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You your gas, they're watchin' yo' back

For the robbin' crew, thinkin' robbin' you,
You must be
To stand up on yo' game and
These crows you be flawless
Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I 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 rollin Cadillac
But man it I'm reachin' 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 keep that clean up out of your
I my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

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

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

Bringin' our closer together
'Cause they severed us from the get
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 eagles, people don't understand
Just like parents don't be carin'
I'm speakin' you playin'
With phony stuff you sharin'
In raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

But you ain't 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 just it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to 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 of yesterday

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

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