Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm
Cause I be in the you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Paper
Uh, also known as AKA Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm eating
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track this is how a psycho rips
My bank is like a cino bolt, your 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 Vuitton diamond encrested made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode like hollow tips on
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's
I kill mics like Murray
like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so you think it was a semi-automatic
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 other words is the throne
Chilling while homies marijuan'
If you thinking that shit is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause this is where intellect and meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling BobbySoxers
I got ya

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