Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
the bullshit to make the paper
Who a gangster can't be a banker
Ya gotta make ya money in large
ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
You ain't talkin bout swallowin
When the mic turned on, Slink for the job
'cuz you know I'm qualified
A lotta niggaz wanna know what it takes to
The pretty bitches sell they bodies state to state
You all caught up in the like Wayne Loc say
Try the again, 'cuz it ain't yo day
You wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the
Now got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain
Even if ya out a hole in the brain
Motherfucker, you still better them thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
Snatch a hatin ass punk and make him in the trunk
Ain't no us, we the livest
And we never let the iron rust
Anybody wanna get served, up
And if you ridin with us, get 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
Intervenin on my Crippin and we known for
Don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong
Ya hard head, what you you too grown to listen
Only GOD knows how long we livin
Unforgiven, but our acts be driven
Growin up in the city, made some wrong
But $hort plugged me in, now I'm on