Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the bullshit to make the
Who said a can't be a banker
Ya gotta make ya money in amounts
Shut ya mouth, you ain't no dolla signs
You ain't talkin bout swallowin
When the mic turned on, Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm qualified
A lotta wanna know what it takes to make
The bitches sell they bodies from state to state
You all caught up in the hype Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, 'cuz it yo day
You dive in head first, but you don't know the game
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya chain
Even if ya out a hole in the brain
Motherfucker, you still throw them thangs
is the clique, and we supply the funk
Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the
Ain't no us, we the livest
And we never let the muthafuckin rust
Anybody get served, line up
And if you ridin us, get behind us
Slink Capone, Murda One, 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 and we known for dippin
Don't try to clown and get up in the wrong position
Ya hard head, what you you too grown to listen
Only GOD really knows how we livin
Unforgiven, but our be hunger driven
Growin up in the city, made some wrong
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on