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 in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush the
street you leave the print 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. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. 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 these troublin'
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it 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 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 rump down here
and I don't hear disagreein'
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 black so I can less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got that
like Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
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 that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery 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 shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the but some people
tend to joke this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that livin' in a world
where in 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 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last is changed to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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