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, also 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 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 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 cause 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 well
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor suit
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is
I get loose when sipping and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let have it"
But that was a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in words that is the throne
while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you're dead
Cause for every emotion and every I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause this is intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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