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 you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll you up in sixteen pieces
In of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at its
In the studio, where you find us, put a where your spine 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 like I'm
A Jedi master breaking it down old plaster
No medication for this track cause 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
your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton encrested tailor made suit
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode like tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping
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 when sipping Goose and rhyme Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic
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 like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other words is the throne
Chilling homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you're dead
Cause for every emotion and every mood I a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause is where intellect and versatility meets
I'm Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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