Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
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 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 of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get head screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no better
to it up than right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So spend yo whole life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop 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 smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' that pistol go
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
like Daddy Q be havin' them
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a major
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' you learnin' when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!