Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive deception multiplied a million fold
the yin and yang in a battle so intense
That we get 'em
The evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself
By not bein'
We babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we 'cause 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 fistcuffs
Get pissed enough to the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say stand up on deception of all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Disciples make thirteen
A righteous 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
no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and look back upon it
Just this mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

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

Now who wants to oppose? Suppose
We roll through and Delowe
me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind
My mind catches to the black past
While my close niggaz at

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

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

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my 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 and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' your gas, they're yo' back

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

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

expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we 'em in the dust
So keep that clean up out of nose
I said my piece and I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

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

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

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

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

But you pimpin' no bitches
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin' and sloppy 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 change
of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing burden 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 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 of yesterday

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