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

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the 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 for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
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 know what it is. out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for 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 tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
to it up than right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I don't hear 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 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 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 black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future 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 the shit
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 that that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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