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 in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer into
yo coat over the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by 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 small price to pay for respect. You 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
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the that throwed 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 for play play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump 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 live it
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that 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 will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future things 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
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in do you trust
hush never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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