Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

"Well the Funk Docta Spock.."
"Meth-Tical.."
"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)

B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo Big) uhh..
Fuck that, I preach it, my reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases,
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't it
So I it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a brutally, fuck who you be
or where you're from, or East coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they in, what, what?
The and things 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 was rented
but they wasn't, so run it,
I could chill, the doesn't
Ran up in your shell a dozen
You never see like Frank White
hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
You bought to die, nigga wait, yo' hands high

Yo.. yo yo
I don't out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
You ass like prime roastin, Calvin clothes
Explode the pyros Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got
It's Bricks keep 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 eyes slightly blue
The Doc was born with a grenade
I'm concurrent in your hood a, teenage mom
Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my
If I out the A.K., keep your hands high

"This is so underrated.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Actin as if it can't happen, frontin" -> [Meth]
"Ain't no other kings in 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 cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's
Bought ten bricks, four of weed plants
from Branson, now we lampin, room mansion
Bitches get off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One Chance" and, my other hits, other shit
niggaz spit be counterfeit, come actually
in and out fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, his back should be, talkin blasphemy
Blastin me, family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dealer
slash Gorilla, illest turned killer

[Method
Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of
I these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on side
that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nines;
bring the remedy -- when you the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a like Cupid
they got love for my music
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 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 York Shitty, put they on it
And who better for the job than Biggie? The
Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that
and touch individual, small frame buck and
MC, What's-Your-Name, your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, still extortin
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again,
Hot -- my way up in the ??
to kill the bullshit a matador
Keep hands high (what?)