Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

Well the Funk Docta Spock

Biggie,
Uhh uhh uhh
Yo Big
Uhh

Fuck that, I preach it, my reaches
The cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, rappers shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, an outcome is a beatdown brutally
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 sing about, '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 wasn't, so run it, cousin
I chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank Frank White
Your clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' high

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

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

This is so underrated
Actin' as if it can't happen, you're
Ain't no kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a rap phenomenon

rule is so underrated
Actin' as if it happen, you're frontin'
no other kings in this rap thing
Biggie, a rap phenomenon

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

Don't forget, "One Chance" and my other hits, other shit
Niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come
In and out like fuckin' rapidly, the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back be, talkin' blasphemy
Blastin' me, family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, far from soft or
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dealer
Slash Gorilla, slash turned killer

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

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, three egoes
And charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Eyeball with no equal, niggaz swingin' swords in the war
That's my people, nuff, befo' I roll up
is a hold up, hands high, reach 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 than The Notorious Jee-zus
"Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches and individual
frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, still extortin'
Kick me I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, my way up in the door to kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your high