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

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo
rate and breathing back to normal as you realize 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. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your 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. Death is a price 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 pennies and my stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
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 heated like a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the 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 head screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone fight down
ain't no better time
to it up than right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play your job
educated and black I 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 gettin' and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' them
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I know
living give me
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

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