Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Escobar, know what I'm saying?
I be in the streets you know?
I got all of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in pieces
In front of nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I plenty
is East Coast 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
you was learning about 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 cause this is how a psycho
My bank account is a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested made suit
Now that's All Sinatra
I explode hollow tips on contact
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this and it's fatality
I kill mics Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the 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 spit 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, to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking
If you thinking that this shit is wack then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause this is where intellect and versatility
I'm Young Sinatra, chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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