Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen enhanced 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 as you realize 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, false documentation, and they'll
turn fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these times
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up 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 live it
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play your job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' that 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 them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future 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
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South 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 packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the but some people
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody 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 make it world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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