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 evil specialize in misconstruing
We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not ourself
We babble 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 for the misplacement of the season
at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the
Where Sodomites get all the
We fall for fights with
Get enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say stand up on of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even the Betrayer 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 their system of
Stand with us and look back upon it
face this mind state
Otherwise

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

I bet you never heard of a playa with no
the truth to get
What I but shot it with no shame
Take this music serious while others entertain
I see they makin' paper
So I I can't complain or can I?

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

Now hootie who wants to oppose?
We roll through Headland and
Where me and my surpassed the flow
And got down for like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the past
While my close laugh at

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

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

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

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

You catchin' the wrong vibe, yo' shit
And rollin' yo' back
Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice
And rollin your
But man it I'm reachin' 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 up out of your nose
I said my piece and I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz

("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Something's gotta
of laughter and happiness 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 be that year")
memories of yesterday

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

our folks closer together
'Cause they severed us the get green
Light and we ain't stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when others are
So, we hit the and then we fly back to our nest
old

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

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

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

("Ninety-six gonna be 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 finally my way
Like memories of

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