Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts 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
turn on the and
the turns into
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm 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 is a gift from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In troublin' times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the other
I understand but never that
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thirty spokes
attract too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I thought that it
would come to this
the that 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
believe the playas on the loot
need to get they head screwed on
when it get down to the nitty grit
who gone pipe down
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up right now
we gots to see crum 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
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing to stop that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of 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
it's time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
it's real

3: Big Boi

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

Now shit done got ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' the pharm assistant that missed
of the but some people
to joke about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
stopped and got serious
Wantin' to where I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit back and
another one to leave ya
in that dust in a world
where in do you trust
hush never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we 'cause it's 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 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 throat you don't understand
Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!