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

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
street you leave the print the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
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 times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats 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
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone pipe down
'cause ain't no 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 spend yo whole life
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 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 less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
not what it's about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
of future things 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
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in dust livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya 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 yeah

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