Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, what I'm saying?
I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR 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 them any, yes I plenty
This is East flow at its finest
In the studio, where you us, put a bullet where your spine is
At I was skipping school and smoking chronic
you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it like old plaster
No for this track cause this is how a psycho 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 tailor made suit
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow tips on
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill mics Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc
Flow tight noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let have it"
But that was just a loan, to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what sewn, in other words that is the throne
while 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 and for the sheets
Cause this is where intellect and meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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