Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

Uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right
Flash his badge with his hand
On Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, when rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit
And to her, getting her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, she in there, leeking, speaking
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the
Niggas to feds like, it's a sport
Lord forbid the head get caught
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster you thought
I watch the nigga with my own get knocked, no doubt
Next he outside front, how he get out?
Now that's guapo his family talk?
Mexico for safety you get twist for sammy shit
Thinking you threw the feds and all that
That's when got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay, to mubblers who mubble to the cops
Brick who just 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 even matter where you at (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, a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the
Now you got the dogs locked up in the
Rat, talking to the cops like
On a 3-4 P you cop like that
You ain't have a chance, fly from
to the judge, get you out the can
My man had the case (that's my word)
Spent three in the same place, He still there
Came down for a pill, it was real there
Money between us, know you seen 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, lifting the
the sergent scream out "start stripping the child"
And they blew down the door ? snitching
Wonder who? A boss, or a under you
Probably figure it out, you sit for one or two
Six months in bail, is how you a snail
real slow, trying to steal dough

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Lies to the story, yours and the truth
What you talk for? They ain't had no proof
But you play street business, all in the street
To him now, you gotta drive for a week
What you Messing with the guard so tough
Fuck his bluff, they made him put his cards up
Your hands, wrists, and neck was up
Now 23 hours a day you up
girl, she out in the world, knocked up
By some cat you supposed that up
Man to eat steak wit em, get cake em
But you to go upstate wit em
Where you going, you get good sleep no more
See the no more, or skeet no more
Ride around in the P, with the no more
From top to not on your feet no more
they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind
Since they giving out jerseys, get on
For football numbers, want to take us all under
What happened to shorty? They gave him numbers
I don't think so, I don't so either
But he told em every thing he and made em hit the ?