Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the to make the paper
Who said a gangster be a banker
Ya gotta make ya in large amounts
Shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla
You talkin bout swallowin mine
When the mic turned on, Slink for the job
you know I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz wanna know it takes to make
The pretty bitches sell they bodies from 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 know the game
Now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex
if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
Motherfucker, you still better them thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
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
wanna get served, line up
And if you ridin with us, get us
Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa on that ass
Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga
I put a punk in a chokehold 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 think you too to listen
Only GOD knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be hunger
Growin up in the city, made some wrong
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on