Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the one
BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, ducking when Big be bucking
be clucking in my bathroom fucking
It nothing, they know Big be handling
With the mac in the Ac' paneling
Damagin MC's, oxygen they breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked dutches from the master
Hate to blast you, but I have to, you see I a lot
Your life is out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots
Who rock the spot?
You how the weed go, unbelievable

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G
Get it?
known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep sleeping Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, need treating
Dumb rappers need
Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that
Oh I, he was wack. Oh come come now
Why y'all so now - hunt me or be hunted
I got three and fifty-seven ways
To simmer saute, I'm the all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's
My causes Caucasians to say
He demented, car weed scented
If I said it, I it
my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or

shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes
Leave no witnesses, what you this is?
no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the beam dream
One grams of uncut to the gut
It seems up, the way I touched up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, you ain't no killer
The by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get to die, tell God I said hi
And throw some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggas know the steelo,