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 temple as you stare at the intruder.
Then a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they across the
you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag 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, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
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 like me be thinkin' of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I thought thirty spokes
could too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
full of and pan Glocks in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
believe the playas on the loot
need to get head screwed on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause ain't no better
to it up than right now
we to see rump 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 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 scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your fuckin' job
educated and I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to it
it's real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and cess 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 we rock 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 pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
of Michael Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now done got boring ass
when excess closed down
but kept sewin' shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but people
tend to about this
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know where I'm
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in dust livin' in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then never became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

repeat (last line is changed to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher when you learnin' when 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!