Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know I'm saying?
I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll you up in sixteen pieces
In of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your is
At sixteen I was skipping school and chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching
I spit fire so demonic, writing like I'm Masonite
A Jedi breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like a cino bolt, pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're rested
your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse
I get when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
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 like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other that is the throne
while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
Cause this is where and versatility meets
I'm Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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