Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you 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 light in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn 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. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the that 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
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight pipe
ain't no better time
to it up than right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't yo whole life
it for the white
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 stop brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be them ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
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 mystery the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' higher than
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some 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 where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
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 make it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

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