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 Brascoe shit, forget about it
Made men, should with made men
Not the wife and children, that's rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking shit rich
And next to her, 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 nigga get caught
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster you thought
I watch the with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt
Next he outside front, how he get out?
Now guapo nigga? his family talk?
Mexico for you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking you threw with the feds and all
That's they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay, to mubblers who mubble to the cops
fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the thing I pop is my burners in the dark

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Yo it's like that (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 where you at y'all (where you at y'all)
the feds come and get you that's that 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 locked up in the
Rat, talking to the like that
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)
three years in the same place, He still there
Came down for a pill, it was real there
came between us, know you seen us
Move like the teamsters in the
Get blacked and hit the cleaners
The know everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, honeys giving us
Herion and guns is on the files of
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 figure it out, you sit for one or two
Six months in bail, is how you catch a
Moving slow, trying to steal dough

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