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 heart 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 you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death 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 troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could attract too attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
betta believe the on the loot
to get they head screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I don't nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole
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 scared of
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and 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' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Q be havin' them ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & 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
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that 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
be jocking just 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 toad
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but some
tend to joke this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'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 of the mic wind

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

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you when you
burnin' up that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!