Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 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 minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer into
yo throwed over the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline as they rush across the
you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to as you realize these niggas 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 strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a 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 these times
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
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 tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
attract too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the folks that us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time 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 gone pipe down
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump down 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
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture 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 niggas be up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be gettin' and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I that 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 is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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