Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
and breathing 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 used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change 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 troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on boats should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that 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 gone fight pipe
'cause no better time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump crum down
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 live it
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my 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 foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My I spit it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' higher learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

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

repeat (last line 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 smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!