Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

Live Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representing BK to the
Gats I pull it, ducking when Big be bucking
Chickenheads be clucking in my fucking
It ain't nothing, know Big be handling
With the mac in the Ac' paneling
MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear boxers so my can breathe
Breeze in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches the master
Hate to blast you, but I to, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is 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?
Also as the bon appetit
can't sleep need sleeping Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need
Dumb rappers teaching
Lesson A - fuck with B-I, that's that
Oh I, he was wack. Oh come come now
Why so dumb now - hunt me or be hunted
I got three and fifty-seven ways
To saute, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down hallway
My causes Caucasians to say
He sounds demented, car scented
If I it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for
Call me evil, or

Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus
Leave no witnesses, what you this is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and
fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple dream
One thousand grams of to the gut
It fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, you ain't 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 the steelo, unbelievable