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 pulsate as you stare at the intruder.
Then after a few minutes you he ain't moving.
So you let 'em hang and
on the light and
the killer into
yo coat throwed the chair.

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

1: Andre

In troublin' times
a like me be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never mind
Yes Sir the light 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 my own therefore
I'm heated like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks in
Shots out like ringin' the bells
and that sucker nigga ran
Damn, I never thought it
come to this conclusion
the that throwed us
on them should be the one's I'm losin'
but naw we don't see it way
in '94 this is the real no for play play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get head 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 spend yo whole life
livin' it for the
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 stress is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and e'ryday
So play fuckin' job
educated and black I will to rob

2: Big Boi

See why in the
do niggas be up
Do want me to grab my shit
and that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not what about
see yes I got that weed
Daddy Q be havin' them ounces
That nigga the B-I-G be 'em out
and I bounces
I got that flow to make
a hoe pull up her
I that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to 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 pimp is a pimp
I'm than 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 that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and sweats
I got some up in yo thoughts
and cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the
where we in '93
see that the B-I-G B-O-I
be me
and we rock it
Niggas be jocking like ?
you I fucked yo bitch
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Road
No slippin' in this
she was just a horny
See I'm a like the
killing of Michael father
Was steadily packin' the
when I worked at Locker
I'm gettin' higher than
smokin' 'em up and then
Point is on the map
and now my clothes is

Now shit done got ass
when excess closed down
but niggaz kept sewin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm that missed
of the but some people
tend to joke about
but it's dead spirits
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to know I'm from
and where I to be
Now that I comfortable
give me meat
Can I get back ya wonder why we split
lure us pitch black dark
but I sit and spark
another one to ya discombobulated
in that livin' in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush never became a 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 (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

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

you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
burnin' up smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Noize for '95 Bitch!