Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the bullshit to the paper
Who a gangster can't be a banker
Ya make ya money in large amounts
Shut ya mouth, you spittin no dolla signs
You ain't bout swallowin mine
the mic turned on, Slink Capone for the job
'cuz you know I'm fully
A lotta niggaz wanna know what it to make
The pretty bitches they bodies from state to state
You all caught up in the hype like 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 and ya Rolex chain
Even if ya leakin out a in the brain
Motherfucker, you still throw them thangs
is the clique, and we supply the funk
Snatch a ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
Ain't no denyin us, we the
And we never let the muthafuckin iron
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 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 and get caught up in the wrong position
Ya hard head, what you think you too grown to
Only GOD knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger
up in the city, made some wrong decisions
But $hort me in, now I'm on precision