Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking up in the middle
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 you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat 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 print from the heater grip in yo palm 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 from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small 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 times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
I but never mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
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 thought it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump down here
and I don't 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 it right
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 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

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

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last 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 throat you just understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!