Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, what I'm saying?
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 chop you up in sixteen
In front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I plenty
This is East Coast at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your is
At I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching
I spit fire so demonic, writing like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it like old plaster
No medication for this cause 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, you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a breasted
Louis Vuitton encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode like tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to beat and it's fatality
I mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme Doc Seuss
tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic
I spit sixteens so you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other words that is the
Chilling while smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every 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 with
I got ya

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