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 preach it, my reaches
the prestigious, that speak this, Willie shit
pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the
is usually, a brutally, fuck who you be
or where you're from, West or East coast, toast
most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, em out
It's hard to yell 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 shell a dozen
You never see bank like Frank
Your clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
You to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high

Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of hoes
I'm up fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
You ass like prime roastin, Calvin clothes
Explode the when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it with Jetson here
Your is near, so get your body dropped off
I trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep wrist covered, or piss colored
By the got a gun as dark as Kris brother
I.C.U., my crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your slightly blue
The Doc was with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in your hood like a, mom
Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my
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 in this rap thing.." -> [B.I.G.]
"Biggie, a rap phenomenon" -> [B.I.G.]
all 2X]

B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due with keys
Y'all pick out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my
Fuck that hip-hop, one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and advance
Bought ten bricks, pounds of weed plants
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, robbery come
in and out fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his should be, talkin blasphemy
me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dealer
slash Gorilla, slash illest killer

Man]
Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of
I these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally my energy, is a figure eight, on it's side
that's -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines;
the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty
Unnecessary roughness, endin injuries for suckers
on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid
until got love for my music
Star 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, 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 weight on it
And who for the job than Biggie? The Notorious
Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme reaches
and individual, small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still
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?)