Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you 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 existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn fear switch 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 to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for 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 tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the 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 they screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up than now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So spend yo whole life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you of Revolution
I'm everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to 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 nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
it's time to be out
see a pimp 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 need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
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 jocking 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 a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
to joke about this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I know
living give me
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

Chorus repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob 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 just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!