Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a small to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the cheek
I but never mind that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta believe the playas on the
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up than now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play your job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' them
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the but some people
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in nobody do you
hush never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

Chorus repeat (last is changed to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you when you
burnin' up smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!