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 of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll you up in sixteen pieces
In front of nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I plenty
This is East Coast flow at its
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where 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, code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it down like old
No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho
My bank account is a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made
Now All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow 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 mics like Conrad
Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, 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 "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other that is the throne
Chilling homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for emotion and every 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, backstage chilling with
I got ya

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