Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception multiplied a million
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
That we get 'em
The resident evil specialize in
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
ourself, clownin' ourself, playin' ourself
By not ourself
We can't babble no than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the
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 enough to the bus
It me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of all of Revelations
And this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the
teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of
Stand with us and don't look back it
Just face mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

I bet you heard of a playa with no game
Told the to get
What I want but shot it no shame
Take this music dead serious while others
I see they they paper
So I I can't complain or can I?

I feel they disrespectin' the thang
Them hooks like dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't right
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 Headland and Delowe
Where me and my niggaz surpassed the
And got for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches to the black past
While my close niggaz at

The Southern slang, finger waves and chicken wangs
I up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go and, diss 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 turns my teardrops to rain
Been this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of autumn done blew my way
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Like memories of

Uhh, born Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
It's the the B-I-G,
Be the truth not talkin' 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' and pimpin'
crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you
My nigga you know of I be playin'
But runnin' up on me like you me

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

expect 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 then I
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz

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

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

Bringin' our folks together
'Cause severed us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big
Psych 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 their parents don't be carin'
I'm about you playin'
With that stuff you sharin'
In your raps Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

But you ain't no bitches
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' leaves into driveways
Isn't it smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
are tight but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed soul
old

Something's gotta
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my to rain
Been bearing this burden for too of my days
Looks like breezes of autumn done blew my way
memories of yesterday

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

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