Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, great to
Quit the bullshit to the paper
Who a gangster can't be a banker
Ya gotta make ya in large amounts
Shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla
You ain't talkin swallowin mine
When the mic turned on, Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm fully
A lotta niggaz wanna know what it to make
The pretty bitches sell bodies from state to state
You all caught up in the like Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, 'cuz it yo day
You wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya chain
Even if ya out a hole in the brain
Motherfucker, you still better throw them
Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the
Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him in the trunk
Ain't no us, we the livest
And we never let the muthafuckin rust
Anybody wanna get served, up
And if you ridin us, get behind us
Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on that ass
Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, what???
I put a punk bitch in a for trippin
Intervenin on my Crippin and we known for
Don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong
Ya hard head, what you think you too to listen
GOD really knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our be hunger driven
Growin up in the city, some wrong decisions
But $hort me in, now I'm on precision