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 reaches
The prestigious that speak this, Willie shit
pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, rappers shouldn't 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
Squeeze toast, leave in the blood they layin in, what, what?

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

Yo, yo yo
I brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the to the five point O
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
You ass like roastin', Calvin 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 since Gotti got

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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