Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking up in the middle
of the night and 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 minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across 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 is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth 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 know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought thirty
could attract too attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on boats should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they head on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up than 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
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
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 of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily 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 done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

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!