Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

Well it's the Docta Spock

Biggie,
Uhh uhh uhh
Yo Big
Uhh

Fuck that, I preach it, my nine
The prestigious cats speak this, Willie shit
pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers have it
So I grab it, never run, an outcome is usually a beatdown
Fuck who you be or where you're from, West or East
toast, leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?

The rings and things you about, bring 'em out
It's hard to when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
But they wasn't, so run it,
I could chill, the doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
You see bank like Frank White
Your clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, wait, keep yo' hands high

Yo, yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the point O
I get bagged, I'm Doe, suspect
You ass like roastin', Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body off
I stopped trustin' niggaz Gotti got caught

It's Bricks keep your wrist or piss colored
By the got a gun as dark as Kris brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew ice me too
I break your legs, leave eyes slightly blue
The Doc was born a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in your like a teenage mom
Yo
what?
She my baby
If I pull out the A.K., keep hands high

rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, frontin'
Ain't no other kings in rap thing
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap

This rule is so
Actin' as if it happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other in this rap thing
Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap

Uhh, uhh
I got a new to feed, I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out weed, I watch cowards bleed
please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and advance
Bought ten bricks, four of weed plants
Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
Bitches get off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"

forget, "One More Chance" and my other hits, other shit
Niggaz spit be counterfeit, come actually
In and out fuckin' rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, far soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope
Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of
I take these back to Spofford
Mentally my is like a figure eight on it's side
infinity too many sick niggaz, nickel nines
Bring the remedy when you play the field, the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a like Cupid
they got love for my music

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with egoes
And charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin' in the war
my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
This is a hold up, hands high, for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put they on it

And who better for the job Biggie? The Notorious Jee-zus
"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches and touch
Small frame buck and
MC, What's-Your-Name, your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again,
Hot, forcin' my way up in the to kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your high