Luyện nghe bài hát Slink Capone: 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 amounts

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

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

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

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

you wanna dive in head first, but you know the game
now got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain

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

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

ain't no us, we the livest
and we let the muthafuckin iron rust

wanna get served, line up
and if you ridin with us, get us

Slink Capone, One, Playa 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 and we known for dippin

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

only GOD really how long we livin
unforgiven, but our be hunger driven

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