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 in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they 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 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 obstacles
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
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 troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I but never mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So spend yo whole life
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 everyday to stop that 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 your 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 my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be gettin' and stuff
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' them
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

Chorus repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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