Luyện nghe bài hát No Biggie

Yeah, my is Riley, son
But you know what call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm
I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Paper
Uh, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
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Hey, yo, chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm eating
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit
This is East flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a where your spine is
At sixteen I was school and smoking chronic
you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track 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 well
your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made
Now that's All Everything
I explode like hollow on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe no bringing Joe back
Puffing and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and fatality
I mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
mathematic 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, time to collect I'm Capone
Reep what sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking
If you thinking that this is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the
Cause this is where intellect and versatility
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage with BobbySoxers
I got ya

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