Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the
of the and somebody in yo room.
Yo heart beating so fast
you can it pumping.
The veins in yo temple pulsate as you at the intruder.
Then after a few you realize he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
turn on the and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater in yo palm then yo heart
rate and drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just
to the store.

Many of us mistake for true fear. Whereas fear 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 fear switch to a permanent on. We can this by changing
the small truth within' the lie. Death is a price 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 troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my quarters
plus my and my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' for trouble it be me
Try turning the other
I but never mind 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 too much attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the that throwed us
on boats should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the playas on the
need to get they screwed on tight
it really get down to the nitty grit
who fight pipe down
'cause ain't no better
to crank it up 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 life
livin' it for the
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you choose to it right
You takin' yo ass to the
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play 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 lettin' pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
not what it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Q be havin' them ounces
That the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow 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 took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and I got more nuts off
Cough time to be out
see bein' a is bein' a pimp
I'm dirtier the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't 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 nigga that be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got food up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
we stayed in '93
see that nigga the B-I-G
be me
and we rock 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 pimpin'
she was just a toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now done got boring ass
molin' when closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
to joke about this
but it's really spirits
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 know
living me meat
Can I get back ya why we split back
lure us into black dark
but I sit back and
another one to ya discombobulated
in dust livin' in a world
where in nobody do you
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 all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya pay the cost of the mic wind

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

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