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 speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, rappers, shouldn't have it
So I it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a brutally, fuck who you be
or where from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they 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 never see bank like White
Your clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
You bought to die, nigga wait, yo' hands high

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

"This is so underrated.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" ->
"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 keys
Y'all seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my
Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's
Bought ten bricks, pounds of weed plants
from Branson, now we lampin, twelve mansion
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 rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his should be, talkin blasphemy
Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins
Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or
Play like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
slash Gorilla, slash turned killer

[Method
Now now
Don't approach me that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally my energy, is a figure eight, on it's side
that's infinity -- too sick niggaz, nickel nines;
bring the -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
roughness, career endin injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like
until they got love for my
Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three
and charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin in the WAR
that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I 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 The Notorious
Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that
and touch individual, small frame buck and
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 like a matador
your hands high (what?)