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 starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three 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 palm 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. are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In troublin' times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble 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 thirty spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they head on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause no better time
to crank it up than 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 don't spend yo whole
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live 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 stress is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch black
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

Chorus (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' when you when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!