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.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing back to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a price to pay for
respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the 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
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than 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 life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to 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 and drinkin' e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
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 things to on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to joke this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
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 gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

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