Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

"Well it's the Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)

B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo Big) uhh..
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine
the prestigious, cats speak this, Willie shit
pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it, run, the outcome
is usually, a brutally, fuck who you be
or where from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the they layin in, what, what?
The and things you sing about, bring em out
It's hard to yell the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was
but they wasn't, so run it,
I chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in shell about a dozen
You see bank like Frank White
hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
You to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high

Yo.. yo yo
I brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the point oh
I get bagged, I'm Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin, Klein clothes
Explode the when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I it with George Jetson here
Your is near, so get your body dropped off
I trustin niggaz since 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 slightly blue
The Doc was born with a grenade
I'm concurrent in hood like a, teenage mom
Yo (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
If I out the A.K., keep your hands high

"This is so underrated.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Actin as if it happen, you're frontin" -> [Meth]
"Ain't no kings in this rap thing.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Biggie, a rap phenomenon" -> [B.I.G.]
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B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards
please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you stops
Me and my Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed
from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room
get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other
niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery actually
in and out fuckin 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, fuck you soft or
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope
Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

[Method
Now now
approach 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, nickel
the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart Cupid
until they got love for my
Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three
and charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the
Eyeball blower with no equal, 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
Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" that reaches
and touch individual, small frame buck and
MC, What's-Your-Name, your chain
All the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin
Kick me I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin
Hot -- my way up in the ??
to kill the bullshit like a
Keep your hands (what?)