Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The resident evil in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, what are we
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not ourself
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 of the season
Look at the picture painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the
Where Sodomites get all the
We for fights with fistcuffs
Get enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples thirteen
A righteous number of men
Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach that we the product of incest
no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back it
Just face this state
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

I bet you never heard of a with no game
the truth to get
What I but shot it with no shame
Take this dead serious while others entertain
I see they they paper
So I I can't complain or can I?

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

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

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

("Ninety-six be that 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 done finally blew my way
("Ninety-six be that year")
memories of yesterday

Uhh, born Antwan but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
the nigga the B-I-G,
Be speakin' the truth not talkin' shit boi
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my
And my raps and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' gas, they're watchin' yo' back

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

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

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

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

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

Bringin' our folks closer
'Cause they severed us the get green
Light and we ain't gon' 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 some eagles, people understand
Just like their don't be carin'
I'm speakin' about you
that phony stuff you sharin'
In your Mercedes Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

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

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

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

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