Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

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

Many of us Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo 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 of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to about 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 I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
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 became a major trade
but us in trouble
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
burnin' up smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!