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 starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline as they rush across the
street you the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to 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 society by opposers of positive existence.
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 to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought thirty
could too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I thought that it
would to this conclusion
the that 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 real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause ain't no better
to it up than 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 spend yo whole life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your fuckin' job
and black I will 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 about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
tend to about this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
where in do you trust
Then hush became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
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 pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last 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 smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!