Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a million
Visualize the yin and in a battle so intense
we get 'em confused
The evil specialize in misconstruing
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself
By not bein'
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head
Nimrod by the we forty 'cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the of the season
at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind 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 deception of all of Revelations
And this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples make
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
Stand us and don't look back upon it
Just face mind state
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You catchin' the vibe, packin' yo' shit
And rollin' yo' back
Flexin' up on the tossin' 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 up out of your nose
I said my piece and I hush
As the keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'

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

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

Bringin' our closer together
'Cause they severed us the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big
Psych no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the and then we fly back to our nest
old

Like some eagles, people understand
Just their parents don't be carin'
I'm about you playin'
With that stuff you sharin'
In your Mercedes Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

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

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's change
Sounds of and happiness turns 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 of autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of

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