Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Stacks
Uh, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen
In front of nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit
This is East Coast at its finest
In the studio, where you us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking
While you was learning English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it down like old
No medication for this 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 diamond encrested tailor suit
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow tips on
Chronologically schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Conrad
Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic
I spit sixteens so you think it was a semi-automatic
I by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to like I'm Capone
what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking
If you thinking that this shit is wack well you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and 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!?