Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you
I got all kinds of names HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA 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 them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where 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 code like I'm
A Jedi master breaking it down old plaster
No medication for track cause this is how a psycho rips
My account is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a breasted
Louis Vuitton encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Sinatra
I like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Conrad
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the is obtuse
I get loose sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass Bruce, no time for a truce
mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let have it"
But that was just a loan, time to like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other words that is the
while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is well then you're dead wrong
for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
Cause this is where intellect and meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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