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 nine
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie
Flooded pieces, my hand releases,
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, have 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 layin in, what, what?
The and things you sing about, bring em out
It's hard to when the barrel's in your mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought jewels was rented
but they wasn't, so run it,
I chill, the heat doesn't
Ran up in shell about a dozen
You never see bank Frank White
Your hand clutching, your contemplate
You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands

Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five oh
I get bagged, I'm Doe, suspect
You ass like roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc appear
I'm out there, I bought it George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your body off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or 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 Biggie (what? what?) She my bay-bayy
If I pull out the A.K., keep hands high

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

Man]
Now now
Don't approach me with rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's
that's infinity -- too sick niggaz, nickel nines;
bring the remedy -- you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career endin for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot em a dart like Cupid
until they got for my music
Star Wars I'm Han Solo, three egoes
and charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swords in the WAR
my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
This is a up, hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put weight on it
And who better for the job than Biggie? The
Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme reaches
and touch individual, small frame and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your
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 like a
Keep hands high (what?)