Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking up in the middle
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 a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the killer turns
yo coat over the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for fear. Whereas fear is a gift 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 fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
the small truth within' the lie. is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my quarters
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
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 thirty spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I thought that 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 on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see crum down here
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
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
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
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a can spit that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
it's real

3: Big Boi

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

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
to joke about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that 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 ya wonder why we split back
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob 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' Organized for '95 Bitch!