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 beating so
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple 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 turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
and breathing 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. Phobia are strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
my pennies and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thirty spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that 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 real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't 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 stop that pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a out about my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
it's time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know 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 leave ya
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a major
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 faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

Takin' you a higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' 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!