Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

Well it's the Funk Docta

Biggie,
Uhh uhh uhh
Yo Big
Uhh

Fuck that, I preach it, my reaches
The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie
Flooded pieces, my hand releases,
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers 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 coast
toast, leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?

The rings and things you about, bring 'em out
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought 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 like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, wait, keep yo' hands high

Yo, yo yo
I brownnose 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 with George Jetson
Your is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin' niggaz since got caught

Bricks keep 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, your eyes slightly blue
The Doc was with a grenade 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

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

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

Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South keys
pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's and you stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's
ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room
Bitches get off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"

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

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

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, 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
That's my people, sho' nuff, I roll up
is a hold up, hands 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 Jee-zus
"Unbelievable" rhyme that and touch individual
frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your
All about the fortune, the fame, labels still extortin'
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
Keep hands high