Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
That we get 'em
The resident evil in misconstruing
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin'
By not ourself
We can't no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we '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 who's blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights with
Get pissed to miss the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even Judas the came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the
They teach that we were the product of
Invest no level of self into system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mind
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 with no
Told the to get
What I want but it with no shame
this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin' they
So I guess I complain or can I?

I feel they the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin' dope to folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't right
My can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin' one mo'
From the we in the house tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's gotta
of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my
like breezes 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 we come 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 choir we keep on

Bringin' our folks together
'Cause severed us from the get green
Light and we gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our
old

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

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

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

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and happiness 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 of autumn done finally blew my way
Like of yesterday

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