Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo starts beating so fast
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
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed 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 enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
street you leave the print from the heater 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 opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
your fear switch to a permanent 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 it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought thirty
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated just like a
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to this
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get head screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone pipe down
'cause no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't hear disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that 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 and drinkin' e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
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 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 nigga the B-I-G
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
living give me
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush became a major trade
but us in trouble
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (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 yeah

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