Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

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

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

Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus
Leave no witnesses, you think this is?
Ain't no here, I damage and tear
fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam
One grams of uncut to the gut
It fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Trying to play gorilla, when you ain't no
The gat's by your liver, your lip quiver
Get ready to die, God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the MC
know the steelo, unbelievable