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 Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
Made men, should with made men
Not the wife and children, when rats come in
It be girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, getting her nails is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, 'cause she in there, leeking,
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the
Niggas talk to feds like, it's a
Lord forbid the head nigga get
And watch the family tree break down, faster than you thought
I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no
Next week he front, how he get out?
Now guapo nigga? his family talk?
Mexico for safety you get for that sammy shit
Thinking you threw with the feds and all
That's when they got you, just like kid from Strapped
I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the
Brick fumblers who just a nigga popped
But the only 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 even matter where you at y'all (where you at y'all)
When the feds come and get you that's that y'all (that's y'all)

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a
up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the locked up in the kennel
Rat, to the cops like that
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 in the same place, He still there
Came for a pill, it was still real there
Money between us, know you seen us
like the teamsters in the beamers
Get blacked and hit the cleaners
The feds everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, honeys us head
Herion and guns is on the files of
But they came in the crib, lifting the
Heard the sergent out "start stripping the child"
And they down the door ? snitching involved
Wonder A boss, or a nigga under you
Probably it out, when 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 street business, all in the street
To visit him now, you drive for a week
What you expect? with the guard so tough
Fuck calling his bluff, they 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 cat you supposed that shot up
Man enough to eat steak wit em, get em
But you scared to go wit em
Where you going, you won't get sleep no more
See the street no more, or no more
around in the P, with the heat no more
From top to not on your feet no more
'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? gave him tall numbers
I don't think so, I think so either
But he told em thing he knew and made em hit the ?