Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple 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 killer into
yo coat 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 as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a 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 what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In troublin' times
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 never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play 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 no better time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum here
and I don't hear nobody
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 to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play your 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' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a out about my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of things 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 time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit 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 sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we 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 niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the but some people
tend to joke this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last 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 learnin' 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!