Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, great to
the bullshit to make the paper
Who said a gangster be a banker
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
you know I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz wanna know what it to make
The pretty bitches sell bodies from 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 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 hatin ass punk and make him ride in the
Ain't no 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 we trust, nigga what???
I put a punk in a chokehold for trippin
Intervenin on my Crippin and we known for
try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
Ya hard head, you think you too grown to listen
Only GOD really knows how we livin
Unforgiven, but our be hunger driven
up in the city, made some wrong decisions
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on