Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

Well it's the Docta Spock

Biggie,
Uhh uhh uhh
Yo Big
Uhh

that, I preach it, my nine reaches
The prestigious cats speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases,
ya cabbage, half-ass rappers shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, an is usually a beatdown brutally
Fuck who you be or where you're from, West or coast
Squeeze toast, leave in the blood they layin in, what, what?

The rings and you sing about, bring 'em out
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was
But wasn't, so run it, cousin
I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank
Your hand clutchin', 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 crowbar to the point O
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
You ass like roastin', Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get body dropped off
I stopped trustin' niggaz Gotti got caught

Bricks keep your wrist covered or piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
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 havin' my
If I pull out the A.K., keep hands high

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

This rule is so
as if it can't happen, you're frontin'
Ain't no other kings in this rap
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
Fuck hip-hop, them one-two's and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, Kim and Cee's advance
ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room
get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"

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

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

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three
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, sho' nuff, I roll up
This is a hold up, 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 Biggie? The Notorious Jee-zus
"Unbelievable" rhyme that and touch individual
frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck chain
All about the fortune, the fame, labels 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 like a
Keep your high