Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

Talking: The feeling of 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the night and in yo room.
Yo starts 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 killer into
yo coat over the chair.

The feeling of at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers the street.
Yo senses heighten,
sharpen vision's enhanced flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the 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 fear. Whereas fear is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles
placed in society by opposers of existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and they'll
turn fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing
the small within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for
respect. is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.
You what it is. Peace out.

1: Andre

In these troublin'
a nigga like me be of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my pennies and my stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but mind that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tunnel to hit me for my rims
I never thought thirty
could attract too attention
I protect my own therefore
I'm heated just like a
of pots and pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I thought that it
come to this conclusion
the folks 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 no time for play play
betta the playas on the loot
need to get they screwed on tight
when it really get down to the nitty
who gone fight pipe
'cause no better time
to crank it up than now
we to see rump crum down here
and I hear nobody 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 choose to live it
You takin' yo ass to the
you scared of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop brain pollution
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 of age and black so I can picture less
I'm and drinkin' e'ryday
So your fuckin' job
and black I will resort to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that go ruck
See I be gettin' and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga out my clout
not what it's about
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical to make
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
thinkin' of future to work on
I got my on and
then I took my off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got nuts off
Cough time to be out
see a pimp is bein' a pimp
I'm than the shit
on the back of a
Now ain't that
the way a nigga can spit style
My I spit it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause real

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
Nautica V-necks
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
See up in the dungeon
where we in '93
see that nigga the B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
be jocking just like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd hoe
on the South of Camelton Road
No slippin' in pimpin'
she was a horny toad
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
Was steadily the hoes
when I at Foot Locker
I'm higher than learning
'em up and then burning
East is on the map
and now my is hurtin'

Now shit done got ass
molin' when excess down
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the folks but people
tend to joke this
but it's really spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done and got serious
Wantin' to know I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I know
give me meat
Can I get ya wonder why we split back
lure us into pitch black
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in that dust livin' in a
in nobody do you trust
Then hush became a major trade
but us in major
'cause we a too many mistakes
off in the
you could make it this world
and now we 'cause it's 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 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 don't understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!