Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo 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. Phobia are strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
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 troublin' times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could attract too much
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I thought that it
would come to conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't yo whole life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
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
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and I got more nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
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 nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I 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 livin' in a
where in do you trust
hush never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it 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 when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!