Luyện nghe bài hát Unbelievable

Live Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards ducking when Big be
be clucking in my bathroom fucking
It nothing, they know Big be handling
With the mac in the Ac' door
Damagin MC's, oxygen they breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, wear so my dick can breathe
through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on
Get smoked dutches from the master
Hate to blast you, but I have to, you see I a lot
life is played out like Kwame, and them fucking polka dots
Who the spot? 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 sleep need sleeping Big keep
Bullets heat-seeking, need treating
Dumb rappers need
A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that
Oh I, thought he was wack. Oh 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 dimmer Biggie's hallway
My forte Caucasians to say
He sounds demented, car weed
If I said it, I it
my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or

Buck out the sun roof of Lexus Coupes
Leave no witnesses, what you think is?
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and
MC's fear me, they too near not to me
Clearly, I'm the triple dream
One thousand grams of to the gut
It seems up, the way I touched up the grill
to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the MC
Niggas the steelo, unbelievable