Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you
I got all of names like 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 eating
And even offer 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 and smoking chronic
While you was learning English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it like old plaster
No medication for track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like a bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope well rested
your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode hollow tips on contact
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Murray
Sharp Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when Goose and rhyme like 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 know by now you "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm
Reep what I've sewn, in other words is the throne
Chilling while smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack then you're dead wrong
Cause for emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause this is where intellect and versatility
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling BobbySoxers
I got ya

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