Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print the heater grip 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 true fear. Whereas is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive 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. 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 troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the folks that us
on them boats should be the I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get they head on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I hear nobody 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 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 baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play your job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what it's about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit that
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing Nautica
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 the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I 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 Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm higher than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the folks but some
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
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 do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

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