Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo starts 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 you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced flows 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 normal as you realize these niggas
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 obstacles
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try the other 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 thought thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no time for 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 no better time
to crank it up than 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
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 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 so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
and black 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 a nigga out about my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' 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 clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the folks but some
tend to joke about
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I know
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush 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 faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' you learnin' when you
burnin' up that so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!