Luyện nghe bài hát Slink Capone: Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, great to
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
you know I'm fully qualified

a lotta niggas wanna know what it to make
the pretty bitches sell they bodies from to state

you all caught up in the hype like Loc say
try the shit again, it ain't yo day

you wanna dive in head first, but you don't the game
now got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain

even if ya out a hole in the brain
muthafucka, you still better them thangs

Nationwide is the clique, and we the funk
a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk

ain't no us, we the livest
and we never let the muthafuckin iron

anybody wanna get served, up
and if you ridin us, get behind us

Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa on that ass
get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga

I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for
intervenin on my and we known for dippin

don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong
ya hard head, what you think you too grown to

GOD really knows how long we livin
unforgiven, but our acts be driven

up in the city, made some wrong decisions
but plugged me in, now I'm on precision