Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts 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 into
yo throwed over the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo 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 from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small within' 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 like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
be lookin' for trouble it be finding 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 too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
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
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight down
'cause no better time
to it up than right now
we gots to see crum down here
and I don't hear nobody
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't 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 scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop 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 less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
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 go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
That's not what about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
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 side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but some
tend to joke this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

Chorus (last line is changed to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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 * yo throat you just don't understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!