Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

Live Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
BK to the fullest
Gats I it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking
Chickenheads be clucking in my fucking
It ain't nothing, they Big be handling
With the mac in the Ac' door
Damagin MC's, oxygen they can't
Mad up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, high
And those that rushes my get put on crutches
Get smoked like from the master
Hate to you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot
life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots
Who rock the Biggie
You know how the weed go,

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G
Get it?
known as the bon appetit
Rappers sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need
Dumb rappers need
A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that
Oh I, he was wack. Oh come come now
Why y'all so dumb now - hunt me or be
I got three hundred and ways
To saute, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down hallway
My forte causes to say
He demented, car weed scented
If I it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for
me evil, or unbelievable

Buck out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes
no witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to me
Clearly, I'm the triple dream
One grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, when you no killer
The gat's by your liver, your lip quiver
Get to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down ice, for the nicest MC
Niggas know the steelo,