Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, great to
Quit the bullshit to make the
Who said a gangster can't be a
Ya gotta make ya money in amounts
ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
You ain't bout swallowin mine
When the mic turned on, Capone for the job
'cuz you I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz know what it takes to make
The pretty bitches sell they bodies 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 leakin out a in the brain
Motherfucker, you still better them thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
Snatch a ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
no denyin us, we the livest
And we let the muthafuckin iron rust
Anybody wanna get served, up
And if you with 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 in a chokehold for trippin
on my Crippin and we known for dippin
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 acts be hunger
Growin up in the city, made wrong decisions
But $hort me in, now I'm on precision