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 reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, shit
pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, have it
So I grab it, run, the outcome
is usually, a beatdown brutally, who you be
or where you're from, 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 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 could chill, the heat
Ran up in your about a dozen
You see bank like Frank White
Your clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
You bought to die, wait, keep yo' hands high

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

"This is so underrated.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Actin as if it happen, you're 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 keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards
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 room
get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my hits, other shit
spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually
in and out like fuckin rapidly, the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back be, talkin blasphemy
Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins
Frank Wizzard, you soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope
slash Gorilla, illest turned killer

[Method
Now now
Don't approach me with rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take these adolescents back to
Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on side
that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nines;
bring the remedy -- when you play the field, the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, career endin for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a like Cupid
until got love for my music
Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with 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 hold up, hands high, for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Eye
New York Shitty, put they on it
And who better for the job than Biggie? The
Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that
and individual, small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck chain
All the fortune, fuck the fame, labels 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?)