Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the
of the night and in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em 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
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and breathing drag to normal 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 by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the truth 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 troublin' times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats should be the I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get head screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see crum down here
and I don't nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole
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 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 your fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' 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 that herk & boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas need to it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No slippin' in this
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the assistant that missed
of the but some people
to joke about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we 'cause it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

repeat (last line 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 that smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!