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 after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and breathing drag to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small 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 troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other 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 thirty
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no better
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
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 they want me to my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
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 toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

repeat (last line is changed to:
I'm hangin' the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

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