Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, great to
Quit the to make the paper
Who said a gangster can't be a
Ya gotta make ya in large amounts
Shut ya mouth, you spittin no dolla signs
You ain't talkin bout swallowin
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 bitches sell they bodies from state to state
You all up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, 'cuz it yo day
You wanna dive in first, but you don't know the game
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya chain
Even if ya leakin out a hole in the
Motherfucker, you still throw them thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the
Snatch a hatin ass and make him ride in the trunk
Ain't no denyin us, we the
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 bitch in a chokehold for trippin
Intervenin on my and we known for dippin
try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
Ya hard head, you think you too grown to listen
Only GOD knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger
Growin up in the city, made some wrong
But plugged me in, now I'm on precision