Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
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 he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas
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 existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your 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 price to pay for respect. You who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try the other cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
attract too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the that throwed us
on boats should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
ain't no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump down here
and I don't hear disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo life
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 of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
That's not it's about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk 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
it's time to be out
see bein' a pimp is a pimp
I'm dirtier than the
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
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 Nautica
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and when we it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the but some people
to joke about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
hush never became a major trade
but us in major
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic

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

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