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 starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

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

Many of us Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the small truth the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I thought that it
would come to conclusion
the that 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 the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone pipe down
'cause ain't no time
to it up than right 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 yo whole life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture 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 niggas be up
Do they want me to my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to a nigga 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 be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
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 clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz kept sewin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to joke this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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