Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
after a few minutes 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 feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced flows as they rush across the
street you the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and drag back to normal as you realize 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 positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats should be the I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get 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 than now
we gots to see 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
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
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 e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
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
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' excess closed 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 why that we
done stopped and got
to know where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that livin' 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
you could make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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