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 starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm 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 opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a small to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

Verse 1:

In troublin' times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on boats 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 the playas on the loot
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I hear nobody 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
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing to stop 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 and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your 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 pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

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 up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm higher than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush became a major trade
but us in major
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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