Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know I'm saying?
Cause I be in the you know?
I got all of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in pieces
In of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit
This is East flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho
My bank account is like a cino bolt, your microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode like hollow on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe
Puffing cubans and Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's
I kill mics like Conrad
like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic
I spit so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect I'm Capone
what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this 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 is where intellect and versatility meets
I'm Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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