Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking 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.
after a few minutes 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 light early in the and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these 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 strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a on. We can change this by changing
the small truth the lie. Death is a small price 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 times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I thought that it
would to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them should 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
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up right now
we to see rump crum down here
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So spend yo whole life
livin' it for the
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 stop that pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So play fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & 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 is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier 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
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this 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 repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you when you
up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!