Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
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 you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning 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 in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In troublin' times
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get head screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump crum here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
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 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 smokin' and e'ryday
So play your job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
That's not it's about
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical 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 I got more nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm higher than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit got boring ass
when excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but some
tend to joke about
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
to know 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 back and
another one to leave ya
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it 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' the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher when 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' Organized for '95 Bitch!