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 as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you realize he moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the killer 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
sharpen vision's adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a from
God to be for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically
placed in by opposers of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can 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 know it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these times
a nigga like me be thinkin' of
makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and my dimes
be lookin' 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
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I thought that it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed 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 gone fight down
'cause ain't no better
to it up than right now
we gots to see rump 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 whole
it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to that brain pollution
I got a on the way that stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I will 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' and stuff
to knock a nigga out about my clout
That's not what it's
see yes indeed I got that
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
my nuts 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 dirtier the shit
on the of a shrimp
Now that foul
the way a nigga can spit style
My nigga I it I did it
Now suckas need to it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing V-necks
and sweats
I got some food up in yo
and that cess off in yo
See up in the dungeon
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be jocking just ?
you snitch I yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily the hoes
when I worked at Foot
I'm gettin' higher learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit got boring ass
molin' when excess down
but niggaz sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant missed
of the but some people
tend to joke about
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I know
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 ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in do you trust
hush never became a major trade
but us in trouble
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could make it this
and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults (Chorus here)
way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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