Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm
I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at its
In the studio, you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was school and smoking chronic
While you was about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code I'm Masonite
A master breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like a cino bolt, pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope well rested
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode like tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to beat and it's fatality
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the is obtuse
I get loose when Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect I'm Capone
Reep I've sewn, in other words that is the throne
while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking this shit is wack well then 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
Cause this is where and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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