Luyện nghe bài hát Slink Capone: Nation Riders

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

who said a can't be a banker
ya make ya money in large amounts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 we trust, nigga what???

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

don't try to and get caught 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 be hunger driven

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