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 starts beating so
you can it pumping.
The in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So finally you let 'em and
on the light and
the turns into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the and two or
motherfuckers cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
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 back 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 used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by opposers of positive existence.
stereotyping, innuendo, documentation, and glorification they'll
turn your switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the truth 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 know 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
be lookin' 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 tunnel tried to hit me for my
I never thought spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
rung out like ringin' the bells
and then sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to conclusion
the that throwed 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 the playas on the loot
to get they head screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who fight pipe down
ain't no better time
to crank it up than 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 yo whole 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 that brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that stress is in my
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
educated and black I resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do be acting up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and
havin' to knock a nigga out 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 I bounces
I got lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her
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 it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm than 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 need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's nigga that be
wearing V-necks
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 that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and when we it
Niggas be just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm higher than learning
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess closed
but niggaz kept shearin'
bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks but some
tend to about this
but really dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya why that we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
living me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us into pitch 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 major
'cause we made a too mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you make it this 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 repeat (last line is to:
I'm hangin' the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

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