Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the 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
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm 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 strategically
in society by opposers of positive 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. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You know what it is. out.

Verse 1:

In troublin' times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I but never mind that
Yes Sir the light 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 protect my own
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the folks that 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 for play play
betta believe the on the loot
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 it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum here
and I don't nobody disagreein'
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 live it
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to 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 less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and I got more nuts off
it's time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit 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 food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
hush 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 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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