Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

Uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right
Flash his with his left hand
On Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats in
It be your girl in the palor, talking shit rich
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 talk to feds like, a sport
Lord forbid the head get caught
And watch the whole family break down, faster than you thought
I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no
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 the feds and all that
That's when they got you, just like kid from Strapped
I stay, clear to who mubble to the cops
fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the only thing I pop is my burners in the

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Yo it's that y'all (that y'all) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)
Nowadays everybody want to rat (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, make a
up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like
On a 3-4 P you can't cop 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 three years in the same place, He still
Came down for a pill, it was still there
came between us, know you seen us
Move like the teamsters in the
Get down and hit the cleaners
The feds everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, honeys us head
and guns is on the files of Styles
But they came in the crib, the towel
Heard the sergent out "start stripping the child"
And they blew down the ? snitching involved
Wonder A boss, or a nigga under you
figure it out, when you sit for one or two
Six months in bail, is how you catch a
Moving real slow, to steal dough

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Lies to the story, mines yours and the
What you talk for? ain't even had no proof
But you play this street business, all in the
To visit him now, you gotta drive for a
What you expect? Messing with the so tough
Fuck calling his bluff, made him put his cards up
Your hands, wrists, and was rocked up
Now 23 hours a day you up
Your girl, she out in the world, up
By some cat you that 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 street no more, or no more
around in the P, with the heat no more
From top to not even on feet no more
'Fore they gave ya any time, you your mind
Since they giving out jerseys, get on
For your football numbers, want to take us all
What happened to shorty? They gave him tall
I don't think so, I don't think so
But he em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?