Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

Uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo fucked up, in the right hand
Flash his badge with his hand
On some Brascoe shit, forget about it
Made men, should hang with men
Not the wife and children, when rats come in
It be girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, 'cause she in there, leeking,
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the
talk to feds like, it's a sport
Lord forbid the head get caught
And watch the family tree break down, faster than you thought
I watch the nigga with my own get knocked, no doubt
Next week he outside front, how he get
Now that's guapo his family talk?
for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking you threw with the and all that
That's when they got you, like that kid from Strapped
I stay, to mubblers who mubble to the cops
Brick fumblers who want a nigga popped
But the only I pop is my burners in the dark

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Yo like that y'all (that y'all) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)
Nowadays want to rat y'all (wanna rat y'all)
And it don't matter where you at y'all (where you at y'all)
When the feds come and get you that's y'all (that's that y'all)

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a
Switch up ya ammo, out the memo
Now you got the dogs up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops that
On a 3-4 P you cop like that
You ain't a chance, fly from Japan
to the judge, get you out the can
My man had the case (that's my word)
Spent years in the same place, He still there
down for a pill, it was still real there
Money came us, know you seen us
Move the teamsters in the beamers
Get blacked down and hit the
The feds know everything, who bled and
we got red, honeys giving us head
Herion and guns is on the files of
But came in the crib, lifting the towel
Heard the scream out "start stripping the child"
And they blew down the door ? snitching
Wonder who? A boss, or a under you
Probably it out, when you sit for one or two
Six months in bail, is how you a snail
Moving real slow, trying to steal

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Lies to the story, mines yours and the
What you talk for? They even had no proof
But you play this business, all in the street
To visit him now, you gotta for a week
What you expect? Messing with the guard so
Fuck calling his bluff, they him put his cards up
hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up
Now 23 a day you locked up
Your girl, she out in the world, up
By some cat you supposed shot up
Man to eat steak wit em, get cake em
But you scared to go wit em
you going, you won't get good sleep no more
See the no more, or skeet no more
around in the P, with the heat no more
From top to not even on feet no more
'Fore they ya any time, you spoke your mind
Since giving out jerseys, get on line
For football numbers, want to take us all under
What happened to shorty? They him tall numbers
I don't think so, I think so either
But he told em thing he knew and made em hit the ?