Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so
That we get 'em
The resident evil specialize in
We wanna be at a Presidential level, are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not ourself
We can't babble no than 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 that's
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the
Sodomites 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 recognize mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Disciples make thirteen
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
no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand us and don't look back upon it
Just face this state
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

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

Now hootie who wants to Suppose
We through Headland and Delowe
Where me and my surpassed the flow
And got down for ours hind catchers
My catches flashbacks to the black past
While my close niggaz at

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

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

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

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

You the wrong vibe, packin' yo' shit
And rollin' yo' eyes
Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice
And rollin 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 leavin' 'em in the
So keep that clean up out of your
I my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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