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 starts beating so
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 killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

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

Many of us Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are strategically
placed in society by 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 know what it is. out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for it be finding me
Try turning the other
I but never mind that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I gotta protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
come to this conclusion
the folks throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause no better time
to crank it up right now
we gots to see rump down here
and I hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole
livin' it for the
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 everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
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 me to grab my shit
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got that
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future 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 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 that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was packin' the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
tend to joke about
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done and got serious
to know where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
one to leave ya discombobulated
in that dust livin' in a
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many 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 hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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