Luyện nghe bài hát Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
Quit the bullshit to the paper
Who said a gangster be a banker
Ya gotta make ya money in large
Shut ya mouth, you ain't no dolla signs
You ain't talkin bout mine
When the mic on, Slink Capone for the job
you know I'm fully qualified
A lotta niggaz wanna what it takes to make
The pretty bitches sell they bodies state to state
You all caught up in the hype Wayne Loc say
Try the shit again, 'cuz it 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 leakin out a hole in the
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 us, we the livest
And we never let the muthafuckin rust
Anybody wanna get served, up
And if you ridin us, get behind us
Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on that ass
Get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga
I put a bitch in a chokehold for trippin
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 be hunger driven
Growin up in the city, made wrong decisions
But plugged me in, now I'm on precision