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 pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the small truth the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. Death is a price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
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 thought spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I thought that it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight pipe
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up than now
we gots to see crum 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 whole
it for the white
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 that brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and 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' that pistol go
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
I took my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now that foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No slippin' in this
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the but some people
tend to joke about
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
where in nobody do you
Then hush never became a major
but us in major
'cause we made a too many
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

Chorus repeat (last line is 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 smoke so you can on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!