Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The of being 12 years old and waking 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.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo coat throwed the chair.

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

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
in society by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your fear to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small within' the lie. Death is a small price 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 times
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try the other cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the is getting dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thought spokes
could attract too attention
I gotta 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 never that it
would to this conclusion
the folks that us
on them boats be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we see it that way
in '94 is the real no time for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get head screwed on tight
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 rump down here
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
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 scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop 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 picture
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do they want me to grab my
and lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out about my
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' them
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now ain't that
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 V-necks
and Polo
I got food up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South side of Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' 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 kept sewin' shearin'
bein' 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
done and got serious
to know where I'm from
and I need to be
Now I know comfortable
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust in a world
in nobody do you trust
Then hush never became a trade
but us in trouble
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it world
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

Takin' you a li'l knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized for '95 Bitch!