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 pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get they head on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump 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 scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
I got a baby on the way 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 your job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes I got that weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical 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 up in the sink
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can that 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 Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
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 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 slippin' in pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to about this
but it's really dead
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 that I know
living me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

Takin' you a li'l higher when you learnin' when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!