Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you what niggas call me?
AKA, Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you
I got all kinds of names HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, chop you up in sixteen pieces
In of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer any, yes I spit plenty
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
you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it down 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 that's All Sinatra
I explode hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe
Puffing cubans and sipping
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this and it's fatality
I kill mics like Conrad
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 mathematic
I spit sixteens so erratic you it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them it"
But that was just a loan, time to like I'm Capone
what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every 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, chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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