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 starts beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple as you stare at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as 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 just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
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. is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a small to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace 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 it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
I protect my own therefore
I'm just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks that us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta believe the on the loot
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight down
'cause ain't no better
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 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 that pollution
I got a baby on the way 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
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got that
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 drunk that & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my 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 of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see nigga 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 in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in major
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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