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 starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo 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 turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification 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 to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I but never mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I thought that it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them should 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 believe the on the loot
need to get they head on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
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 to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I 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 stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
That's not what about
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 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
I took my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see nigga 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 niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
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 then
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm 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
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

Chorus repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' 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 you just don't understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!