Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you
I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen
In front of your nieces, I'm eating Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your is
At sixteen I was school and smoking chronic
you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code 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 your ass and get arrested, in a double
Louis Vuitton encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to beat and it's fatality
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is
I get when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit 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, to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then dead wrong
Cause for emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
this is where intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling BobbySoxers
I got ya

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