Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush 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 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. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In troublin' times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but mind that
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 a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see crum down here
and I don't hear disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

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

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I that herk & 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 nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got some food up in yo
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
when 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 dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

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