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 heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
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 these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small 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 these troublin'
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I but never 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
attract too much attention
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get they head on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump crum down
and I don't 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 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 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So play your job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
not what it's about
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I drunk herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
Cough it's 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 that
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' excess closed down
but niggaz kept shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the but some people
tend to about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now I know comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
hush never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
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

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

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