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 starts beating so
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
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat 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 enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
you leave 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 mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a price to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I thought that it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get head screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see crum down here
and I don't hear 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 to live it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared of
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 picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play your job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a can spit that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm higher than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
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 comfortable
give me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

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