Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
turn on the and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
street you the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas 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
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a price to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm just 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
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause no better 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 don't spend yo life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to live it
You yo ass to the Army
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
and black I will 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' stuck and
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
Nautica V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that 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 when we it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a mystery the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
tend to about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
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 gotta pay the cost of the mic

Chorus (last line is changed to:
I'm with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when 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!