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 beating so
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then 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. fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

Verse 1:

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
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 thought spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on boats 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 fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum here
and I don't hear disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop brain 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 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' that go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes indeed I got that
like Q be havin' them ounces
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
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but people
tend to joke this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a major
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' you learnin' when you
burnin' up smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!