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 pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth 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 times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than now
we to see rump crum down here
and I don't nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole
it for the white
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 to stop that brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play 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 grab my
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
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
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit 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
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but some
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush became a major trade
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

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

Takin' you a higher knowwhatI'msayin' 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!