Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer turns
yo throwed over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo then yo heart
rate and 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. are obstacles strategically
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small 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 thinkin' of
that my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the 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 protect my own
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never thought it
would come to conclusion
the folks that us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the no time for play play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they head on tight
when it really get to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than now
we gots to see rump crum down
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 choose to it right
You yo ass to the Army
'cause you of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play your job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do they want me to my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes I got that weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that & jerk boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my up in the sink
and then I got nuts off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can that style
My I spit 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 cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
I worked at Foot Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and burning
Point 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 that
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 I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
us into pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
Then hush never a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you when you
burnin' up that so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo you just don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!