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 so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So you let 'em hang 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
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced 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 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 strategically
placed in society by opposers of 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 small to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I thought thirty spokes
could too much attention
I protect 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 thought that it
would to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the 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 down to the nitty
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm everyday to stop that 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 picture
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting 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 indeed I got weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and cess 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 just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
we made 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 hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob yeah

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