Luyện nghe bài hát Phobia

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

The feeling of sitting at the red light in the morning and two or
three cross the street.
Yo heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas
to the store.

Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas is a gift from
God to be used for self-preservation. are obstacles strategically
placed in society by of positive existence. Through
stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification
turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by
the small within' the lie. Death is a small 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 times
a nigga like me be of rhymes
makes my quarters nickels
plus my and my dimes stack
be lookin' for trouble it be finding me
Try turning the cheek
I understand but never that
Yes Sir guess the light is dim
at the end of the tried to hit me for my rims
I never thirty spokes
could attract too much
I gotta my own therefore
I'm heated just a kitchen
full of pots and pan in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the
and then that sucker ran
Damn, I never that it
would come to this
the folks that us
on them boats should be the one's I'm
but naw we see it that way
in '94 this is the real no time for play
betta believe the on the loot
need to get head 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 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
'cause you scared of
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain
I got a baby on the way that is in my chest
I'm 18 years of age and so I can picture less
I'm smokin' and drinkin'
So your 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 grab my
and that pistol go ruck
See I be stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a out about my clout
That's not it's about
see yes indeed I got weed
like Daddy Q be havin' ounces
That nigga the be chokin' 'em out
and then I
I got that lyrical flow to
a hoe up her skirt
I drunk that herk & boi
of future things to work on
I got my on and
then I my clothes off
Washed my nuts up in the
and then I got more off
Cough it's to be out
see bein' a pimp is bein' a
I'm dirtier than the
on the back of a
Now ain't foul
the way a can spit that style
My nigga I it I did it
Now need to quit it
'Cause it's

3: Big Boi

Well it's that nigga be
wearing Nautica
and Polo
I got some up in yo thoughts
and that off in yo chest
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 fucked yo
See and my G'd that hoe
on the South side of Camelton
No in this pimpin'
she was just a horny
See I'm a mystery the
killing of Jordan's father
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 shit got boring ass
molin' when excess closed
but kept sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that
of the folks but some
tend to joke about
but it's really dead
You can bet my
now ya wonder why we
done stopped and got
Wantin' to where I'm from
and I need to be
Now that I comfortable
living give me
Can I get back ya wonder why we back
lure us into pitch dark
but I sit and spark
another one to leave ya
in dust livin' in a world
where in do you trust
Then hush became a major trade
but us in major
we made a too many mistakes
off in the
Thinkin' you could it this world
and now we laugh it's all faults (Chorus starts here)
either way ya go ya gotta pay the of the mic wind

repeat (last line is changed to:
I'm hangin' with the Mob Nigga yeah

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