Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, what I'm saying?
I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen
In front of nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm
A Jedi breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I you to test it, hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made
Now that's All Sinatra
I explode like hollow on contact
Chronologically murder there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Murray
Sharp Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a
I know by now you "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this is wack well then 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 intellect and versatility
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling BobbySoxers
I got ya

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