Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo throwed over the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
street you leave the print from the heater 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 is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

Verse 1:

In these troublin'
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks throwed 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
betta the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up than 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
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be gettin' stuck and
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing V-necks
and Polo
I got some food up in yo
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
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
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 mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it 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 repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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