Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 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 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
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
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 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 within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to it up than 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
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your fuckin' 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 lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and I got more nuts off
Cough time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you I fucked yo bitch
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 mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
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 where I to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
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 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 pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus (last line is changed 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 smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!