Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
That we get 'em
The evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not ourself
We can't babble no more we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we can't get our
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture painted
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We fall for with fistcuffs
Get pissed enough to the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of
And recognize this on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Disciples make thirteen
A righteous of righteous men
Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the
They teach we were the product of incest
no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mind
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

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

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

Now hootie who to oppose? Suppose
We roll Headland and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz surpassed the
And got down for like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the 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, while hop-hippers listen
Started by Bambaata, so you and your potnah
your thoughts

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my to rain
Been this 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 Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
the nigga the B-I-G,
Be speakin' the truth not that shit boi
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my
And bustin' my raps and them craps
is no convenience,
You your gas, they're watchin' yo' back

For the crew, thinkin' they robbin' you,
You must be
To up on yo' game 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 rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice
And your Cadillac
But man it seems I'm out
And touchin' the nigga

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 nose
I said my piece and I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
gotta change
Sounds of laughter and turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my
Looks like of autumn done finally blew my way
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Like memories of

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

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

Like some eagles, don't understand
Just like their don't be carin'
I'm about you playin'
With that phony stuff you
In raps 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 into driveways
Isn't it lovely good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your
old

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

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

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