Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking 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
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced flows as they rush across the
you leave 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 Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a 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 price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks that us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they head on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause no better time
to crank it up than 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 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 everyday 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 picture
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play your job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
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 I got more nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need 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 cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just 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 like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
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 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 this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
give 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 livin' in a
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
you could 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 (last line is changed to:
I'm with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

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