Luyện nghe bài hát Slink Capone: Nation Riders

Chucks to gators, to greater
quit the bullshit to the paper

who a gangster can't be a banker
ya gotta make ya money in large

shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no signs
you ain't talkin bout mine

when the mic turned on, Slink for the job
''cause you know I'm fully

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

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

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

if ya leakin 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 denyin us, we the
and we never let the muthafuckin iron

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 known for

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

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

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