Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns 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 to normal 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, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
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 real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up right now
we to see rump 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 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
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of 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 it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
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 need to it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
tend to about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in dust livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (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 li'l knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!