Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you 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 at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
in society 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 truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a small to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In troublin' times
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
that makes my nickels
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I thought thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats 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 the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
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 yo whole life
livin' it for the
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 writing everyday to stop that 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 smokin' and drinkin'
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 pistol go
See I be stuck 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' ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can 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
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got some food up in yo
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
living give me
Can I get back ya why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a major
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus (last line 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 * down yo throat you just don't
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!