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.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print 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. 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 permanent on. We can change by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small 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 me be thinkin' of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the cheek
I but never mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I thought 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 is the real no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
to get they head screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump crum down
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 choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play your job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
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 sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but it's really 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
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
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 could 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 Mob Nigga yeah

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