Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

Live Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representing BK to the
Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be
Chickenheads be clucking in my fucking
It ain't nothing, know Big be handling
the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Damagin MC's, oxygen they breathe
Mad up the sleeve, wear boxers so my dick can breathe
through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the
Hate to you, but I have to, you see I smoke a lot
Your is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots
Who rock the Biggie
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 need sleeping Big keep creeping
Bullets heat-seeking, casualties need
rappers need 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 hundred and fifty-seven ways
To saute, I'm the winner all day
Lights get down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes to say
He sounds demented, car scented
If I it, I meant it
Bite my for no-one
Call me evil, or

Buck shots out the sun roof of Coupes
Leave no witnesses, what you think is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I and tear
fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple dream
One thousand of uncut to the gut
It fucked up, the way I touched 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 down some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggas know the steelo,