Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers 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 then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change 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 know it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the other
I but never mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats 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 the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump down here
and I don't hear nobody
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 yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play fuckin' 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' that go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical 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 took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
it's time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I 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 that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
to know where I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
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 dust livin' in a world
where in do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we 'cause it's all faults (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 higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!