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 starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat over the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
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 know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In these times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them boats should be the I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who gone pipe down
ain't no better time
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump down here
and I don't 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 choose to 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 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well that nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking just ?
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 like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked 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 done got ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the but some people
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this 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 hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob yeah

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