Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 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.
Then 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 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 from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and breathing 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 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 small price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who fight pipe down
'cause ain't no better
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 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 that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I will 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' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more 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 foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess 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
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I 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 ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
where in do you trust
hush never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could 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 Nigga

you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when 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' Noize for '95 Bitch!