Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas
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 obstacles
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small within' 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 what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks that 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 for play play
betta believe the on the loot
to get they head screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause no better time
to it up than 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 spend yo whole life
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
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 your fuckin' job
educated and black I will 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 stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
my nuts up in the sink
and I got more nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
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 need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing V-necks
and Polo
I got food 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 snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
to joke about this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya 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 that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!