Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
the bullshit to make the paper
Who said a gangster can't be a
Ya gotta make ya money in large
Shut ya mouth, you spittin no dolla signs
You ain't talkin bout mine
When the mic turned on, Capone for the job
'cuz you I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz know what it takes to make
The bitches sell they bodies from state to state
You all caught up in the hype Wayne Loc say
Try the again, 'cuz it ain't yo day
You dive in head first, but you don't know the game
Now got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain
Even if ya leakin out a hole in the
Motherfucker, you still better throw thangs
Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
Ain't no denyin us, we the
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 platinum we trust, what???
I put a bitch in a chokehold for trippin
Intervenin on my Crippin and we for dippin
Don't try to clown and get caught up in the position
Ya hard head, what you think you too to listen
Only GOD really knows how we livin
Unforgiven, but our be hunger driven
Growin up in the city, made some decisions
But $hort me in, now I'm on precision