Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know I'm saying?
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, chop you up in sixteen pieces
In of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even them any, yes I spit plenty
This is Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your is
At I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No medication for track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like a cino bolt, your microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope well rested
your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond 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 beat and fatality
I kill mics like Conrad
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the is obtuse
I get loose when Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
mathematic addict
I sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm
Reep what sewn, in other words that is the throne
while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then 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 intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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