Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Phenomenon

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

B.I.G.]
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo Big) uhh..
Fuck that, I it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that this, Willie shit
pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't it
So I grab it, never run, the
is usually, a beatdown brutally, who you be
or you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what,
The and things you sing about, bring em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in mouth
It's more than I expected, I thought jewels was rented
but they wasn't, so run it,
I could chill, the doesn't
Ran up in your shell about a
You never see bank like Frank
Your hand clutching, your chest-plate
You bought to die, wait, keep yo' hands high

Yo.. yo yo
I brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
You ass like prime roastin, Klein clothes
the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I it with George Jetson here
Your time is near, so get your dropped off
I stopped trustin 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 crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes blue
The Doc was born with a grenade
I'm concurrent in hood like a, teenage mom
Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my
If I pull out the A.K., keep your high

"This is so underrated.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Actin as if it can't happen, 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 to feed, I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my
that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed
Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
Bitches get off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other
niggaz spit be counterfeit, 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, rest in coffins
Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or
Play hard like Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
slash Gorilla, illest turned killer

Man]
Now now
Don't approach me with rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I these adolescents back 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 like Cupid
until they got for my music
Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes
and charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the
Eyeball with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR
that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I up
This is a hold up, high, reach 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 reaches
and individual, small frame buck and change
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 like a matador
Keep your hands (what?)