Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm
Cause I be in the you know?
I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit
This is East Coast flow at its
In the studio, where you find us, put a where your spine is
At I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No medication for this track this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope well rested
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor suit
Now that's All Sinatra
I explode like tips on contact
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping
Mafietic mentality, me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and like Doc Seuss
Flow like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic
I sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other that is the throne
while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
Cause this is intellect and versatility meets
I'm Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

Yeah!
You wanna fuck us?!
with us, yeah!?