Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

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

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

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the
Now you got the dogs up in the kennel
Rat, to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P you can't cop like
You have a chance, fly from 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 still there
Money came us, know you seen us
like the teamsters in the beamers
Get blacked down and hit the
The feds everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, giving us head
Herion and guns is on the of Styles
But they in the crib, lifting the towel
Heard the scream out "start stripping the child"
And they blew down the door ? involved
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 catch a
Moving real slow, trying to steal

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