Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart starts 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 into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they 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 these 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 obstacles
in society 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 price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never 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 too much attention
I gotta protect my own
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 never thought it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump down here
and I don't nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
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 everyday to stop that brain
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your 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 that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My I spit 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 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 when we it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm higher than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then hush never became a major
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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