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 you know?
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 front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit
is East Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you us, put a bullet where your spine is
At I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this is how a rips
My bank account is like a cino bolt, your microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to 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 on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no Joe back
cubans and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, me to this beat and it's fatality
I mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a
mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them 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 homies marijuan'
If you that this shit is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
Cause this is where and versatility meets
I'm Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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