Luyện nghe bài hát 13th Floor/growing Old

Conceive true multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so
we get 'em confused
The resident evil specialize in
We wanna be at a level, what are we doing?
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, ourself
By not ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head
Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we can't get our
we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture painted
as the mind who's blinded to the point
Where get all the rights
We fall for fights fistcuffs
Get pissed 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 this mind on the reality of known as mankind
and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
A righteous number of men
Even Judas the Betrayer came in the end
The say the end is the beginning
They that we were the product of incest
Invest no of self into their system of Paganomics
with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mind
Babylon

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

("Ninety-six be that year")

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

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

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

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

The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken
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 thoughts

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

Uhh, born 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 thinkin' of checkin' my
And my raps and throwin' them craps
is no convenience,
You pumpin' your gas, watchin' yo' back

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

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

expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the
So that clean up out of your nose
I my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin', dippin'

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

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

Bringin' our closer together
'Cause they severed us from the get
Light and we ain't 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 some eagles, people don't
Just like parents don't be carin'
I'm about you playin'
With that phony stuff you
In your raps Benz and all your riches
you got it, but get it get it

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

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
Like of yesterday

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

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