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 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 is usually a beatdown brutally
Fuck who you be or you're from, West or East coast
Squeeze toast, most in the blood they layin in, what, what?

The and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
But wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your about a dozen
You never see bank like White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands

Yo, yo yo
I don't out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' the crowbar to the five point O
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin clothes
the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your dropped off
I trustin' niggaz since Gotti got caught

It's Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss
By the waist got a gun as 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 hood like a mom
Yo
what?
She havin' my
If I pull out the A.K., your hands high

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

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

Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block 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, pounds of weed plants
Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion
Bitches get off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"

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

Now now
approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take these back to Spofford
Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's
That's infinity too many sick niggaz, nines
Bring the remedy you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career injuries for suckers
on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Until they got 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 blower no equal, niggaz swingin' swords in the war
That's my people, 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 Shitty, put they weight on it

And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
"Unbelievable" rhyme reaches and touch individual
Small frame buck and
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck 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 door to the bullshit like a matador
your hands high