Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what call me?
AKA, Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you
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 eating
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit
is East Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching
I spit fire so demonic, code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it like old plaster
No medication for track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, you're well rested
Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton encrested tailor made suit
Now All Sinatra Everything
I like hollow tips on contact
murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this and it's fatality
I kill like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the is obtuse
I get loose sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical addict
I spit sixteens so 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, time to collect like I'm
Reep what I've sewn, in other words that is the
Chilling while smoking marijuan'
If you that this shit is wack 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
this is where intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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