Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

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

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

Verse 1:

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

So don't yo whole life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that herk & boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
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 some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!