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 starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo coat 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 enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a 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 times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the folks that us
on them boats 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
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone pipe down
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up than now
we to see rump crum 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
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play 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' that pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not what about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but some
tend to about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust in a world
where in do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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