Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what niggas me?
AKA, Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you
I got all kinds of names like HR Paper
Uh, also as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in pieces
In of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East flow at its finest
In the studio, you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was school and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching
I fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master it down like old plaster
No medication for track cause this is how a psycho rips
My account is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're rested
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond tailor made suit
Now that's All Everything
I explode like tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe no bringing Joe back
cubans and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's
I mics like Conrad Murray
like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass Bruce, no time for a truce
mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a
I by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But was just a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you're wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a
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 with us?!
with us, yeah!?