Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

The feeling of 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 palm then yo
rate and breathing drag to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn fear 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 small to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm just like a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the folks throwed us
on boats should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get head screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
ain't no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump 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 takin' yo ass to the
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my 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 dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My I spit it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was packin' the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the 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 knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!