Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true deception a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a so intense
we get 'em confused
The resident specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a Presidential level, what are we
Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself
By not ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head
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 painted
Tainted as the who's blinded to the point
Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for with fistcuffs
Get enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my run up on
I say up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of known as mankind
and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
A number of righteous men
Even Judas the came true in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They teach we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of
with us and don't look back upon 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, like
("Ninety-six gonna be year")

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

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

Now who wants to oppose? Suppose
We roll through and Delowe
Where me and my surpassed the flow
And got for ours like hind catchers
My mind flashbacks to the black past
While my close laugh at

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

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

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

For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they you,
You must be
To stand up on yo' and pimpin'
crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but 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, yo' shit
And yo' eyes back
Flexin' up on the corner tossin' 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 'em in the dust
So that clean up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

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

I be love it we are gathered to life
So pissed to lather we come
Some issues need to be addressed like I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes them keep 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 we hit the big screen
because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the and then we fly back to our nest
old

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

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

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

("Ninety-six be that year")
Something's change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to
("Ninety-six gonna be year")
Been bearing this burden for too of my days
("Ninety-six be that year")
Looks like breezes of autumn finally blew my way
memories 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 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow
Autumn 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to
Sores was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn brown
Autumn called 'em, see all them must fall down, growin' old