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, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll 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 flow at its finest
In the studio, you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking
While you was learning about English, Big L was Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No for this track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I you to test it, hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double
Louis diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Sinatra
I explode like tips on contact
Chronologically schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this and it's fatality
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so 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, time to collect I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other words is the throne
Chilling while homies marijuan'
If you thinking that this is wack well 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 and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with
I got ya

Yeah!
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Fuck us, yeah!?