Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the one
Representing BK to the
Gats I it, bastards ducking when Big be bucking
be clucking in my bathroom fucking
It ain't nothing, they know Big be
the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Damagin MC's, they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical
And that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like from the master
Hate to blast you, but I to, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them polka dots
Who the spot? Biggie
You know how the weed go,

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G
Get it?
Also as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need
rappers need teaching
Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that
Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh 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 Biggie's hallway
My causes Caucasians to say
He sounds demented, car weed
If I it, I meant it
Bite my for no-one
me evil, or unbelievable

Buck shots out the sun of Lexus Coupes
no witnesses, what you think this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I and tear
MC's me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the beam dream
One thousand 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, upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I hi
And throw down some ice, for the MC
know the steelo, unbelievable