Luyện nghe bài hát Slink Capone: Nation Riders

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

who said a gangster can't be a
ya gotta make ya in large amounts

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

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

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

you all caught up in the 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 they got you for ya and ya Rolex chain

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

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

no denyin us, we the livest
and we never let the muthafuckin iron

anybody wanna get served, up
and if you ridin us, get behind us

Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa on that ass
get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga

I put a bitch in a chokehold 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 think you too to listen

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

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