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 in large amounts

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

when the mic turned on, Capone for the job
''cause you know I'm qualified

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

you all caught up in the like Wayne Loc say
try the shit again, ''cause it yo day

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

if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
muthafucka, you better throw them thangs

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

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

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

try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
ya hard head, what you think you too grown to

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

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