Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the to make the paper
Who said a gangster be a banker
Ya make ya money in large amounts
ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
You ain't talkin swallowin mine
When the mic turned on, Capone for the job
you know I'm fully qualified
A lotta wanna know what it takes to make
The pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to
You all caught up in the like Wayne Loc say
Try the again, 'cuz it ain't 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 leakin out a in the brain
Motherfucker, you still better throw thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the
Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the
no denyin us, we the livest
And we let the muthafuckin iron rust
wanna get served, line up
And if you ridin with us, get us
Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa on that ass
Get the cash, see in we trust, nigga what???
I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for
on my Crippin and we known for dippin
Don't try to clown and get caught up in the position
Ya hard head, what you think you too grown to
Only GOD really knows how we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger
up in the city, made some wrong decisions
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on