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 heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to as you realize these niggas 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, false documentation, and 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. Death is a small to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I thought thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought 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 real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get down to the grit
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up than now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
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 takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop 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 and drinkin' 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 that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
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-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke about
but it's really spirits
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
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta 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 yeah

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