Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
street you the print from the heater grip in yo palm 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 for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a 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 these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone pipe down
'cause ain't no better
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that 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 and drinkin' 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 they want me to my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what 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 then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
my nuts up in the sink
and I got more nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the folks but people
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch black
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a major
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

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