Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know 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, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I plenty
This is Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and chronic
While you was about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause is how a psycho rips
My account is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I you to test it, hope you're well rested
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode like hollow tips on
Chronologically schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and fatality
I mics like Conrad Murray
like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you it was a semi-automatic
I by now you thinking "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 while smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause this is intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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