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 starts so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

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

Many of us mistake for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change 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 know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble 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 tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
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 head screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone fight down
'cause no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see 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 yo whole life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play your job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some 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 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 a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but some
tend to joke this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in nobody do you
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus (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 learnin' you
burnin' up that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!