Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

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

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Yo it's like that y'all (that y'all) to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)
Nowadays everybody want to rat (wanna rat y'all)
And it even matter where you at y'all (where you at y'all)
When the feds and get you that's that y'all (that's that y'all)

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a
up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs locked up in the
Rat, talking to the cops like
On a 3-4 P you can't cop that
You ain't have a chance, fly Japan
to the judge, get you out the can
My man had the same (that's my word)
Spent three years in the place, He still there
Came down for a pill, it was real there
Money came between us, know you us
like the teamsters in the beamers
Get down and hit the cleaners
The feds everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, giving us head
Herion and is on the files of Styles
But they came in the crib, the towel
Heard the sergent scream out "start the child"
And they blew down the door ? involved
Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga you
Probably it out, when you sit for one or two
Six in bail, is how you catch a snail
Moving real slow, trying to dough

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Lies to the story, mines yours and the
What you talk They ain't even had no proof
But you play this business, all in the street
To him now, you gotta drive for a week
What you expect? Messing with the guard so
Fuck his bluff, they made him put his cards up
Your hands, wrists, and 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 enough to eat steak wit em, get em
But you to go upstate wit em
you going, you won't get good sleep no more
See the street no more, or skeet no
Ride in the P, with the heat no more
From top to not even on your feet no
'Fore they ya any time, you spoke your mind
Since they giving out jerseys, get on
For your numbers, want to take us all under
What happened to shorty? They gave him tall
I don't so, I don't think so either
But he told em every thing he and made em hit the ?