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 beating so
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the killer turns
yo throwed over the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
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 what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the that throwed us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see crum down here
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't yo whole life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can 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 be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & 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 then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but people
to joke about this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then hush never became a major
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make 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 (last line is changed to:
I'm with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher when you learnin' when you
burnin' up that so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!