Luyện nghe bài hát Slink Capone: Nation Riders

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

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

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

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 bitches sell they bodies from state to state

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

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

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

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

ain't no denyin us, we the
and we never let the iron rust

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

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

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

don't try to clown and get caught up in the position
ya hard head, 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 wrong decisions
but $hort plugged me in, now I'm on