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 ya money in large amounts

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

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

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

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 know the
now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex

even if ya leakin out a hole in the
muthafucka, you still better throw them

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

wanna get served, line 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, nigga

I put a punk in a chokehold for trippin
on my Crippin and we known for dippin

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

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

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