Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm
Cause I be in the you know?
I got all kinds of names HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer any, yes I spit plenty
is East Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your is
At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking
you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this is how a rips
My bank is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor suit
Now that's All Sinatra
I like hollow tips on contact
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to beat and it's fatality
I kill mics 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 sixteens 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 a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other words that is the
Chilling homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I a song
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
Cause this is where intellect and versatility
I'm Young Sinatra, chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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