Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm
Cause I be in the you know?
I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at its
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet your spine is
At sixteen I was school and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm
A Jedi master breaking it down 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 it, hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double
Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Sinatra
I like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the is obtuse
I get loose when sipping and rhyme like Doc Seuss
tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in words that is the throne
Chilling while homies marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a
For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets
Cause this is intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling BobbySoxers
I got ya

Yeah!
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Fuck us, yeah!?