Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
street you 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 Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a on. We can change this by changing
the small truth the lie. Death 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 these troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I but never mind that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who fight pipe down
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up right 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
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 of age and black 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' that go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' the hoes
when I at Foot 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 kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch black
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
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 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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