Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
after a few minutes 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 in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline as they rush across the
you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag 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 for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death 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 like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the folks that us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than 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
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas 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 cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' higher than
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
to know where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
give me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too 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 repeat (last is changed to:
I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!