Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the bullshit to the paper
Who said a gangster can't be a
Ya gotta make ya money in amounts
Shut ya mouth, you ain't no dolla signs
You ain't talkin swallowin mine
When the mic on, Slink Capone for the job
you know I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz wanna know it takes to make
The pretty sell they bodies from state to state
You all up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, it ain't yo day
You wanna dive in first, but you don't know the game
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex
if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
Motherfucker, you better throw them thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
Snatch a ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
Ain't no denyin us, we the
And we let the muthafuckin iron rust
Anybody wanna get served, up
And if you ridin us, get behind 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 you too grown to listen
Only GOD knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be driven
Growin up in the city, made some decisions
But $hort me in, now I'm on precision