Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you the print 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 Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
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 what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
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 thought thirty spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the that throwed 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 believe the playas on the
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight pipe
ain't no better time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't hear 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 choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play your job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier 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
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking just ?
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 horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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