Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

Uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right
Flash his badge with his left
On some Brascoe shit, forget about it
Made men, hang with made men
Not the wife and children, when rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like rich
And next to her, her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, 'cause she in there, leeking,
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 tree break down, faster than you thought
I watch the nigga with my own get knocked, no doubt
week 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 with the feds and all that
That's when they got you, like that kid from Strapped
I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the
Brick fumblers who just want a popped
But the only thing I pop is my burners in the

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Yo it's like that y'all (that y'all) to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)
Nowadays everybody want to rat (wanna rat y'all)
And it don't even matter you at y'all (where you at y'all)
When the feds come and get you that y'all (that's that y'all)

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, a demo
up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs locked up in the
Rat, talking to the cops 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 case (that's my word)
Spent three years in the place, He still there
Came down for a pill, it was still real
Money came us, know you seen us
like the teamsters in the beamers
Get down and hit the cleaners
The know everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, honeys us head
and guns is on the files of Styles
But they in the crib, lifting the towel
Heard the scream out "start stripping the child"
And they blew down the door ? snitching
who? A boss, or a nigga under you
Probably figure it out, you sit for one or two
Six months in bail, is how you a snail
Moving real slow, trying to steal

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Lies to the story, mines yours and the
What you for? They ain't even had no proof
But you play this street business, all in the
To visit him now, you drive for a week
What you expect? Messing with the guard so
Fuck calling his bluff, they him put his cards up
hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up
Now 23 a day you locked up
Your girl, she out in the world, up
By some cat you supposed shot up
Man enough to eat steak wit em, get em
But you scared to go wit em
you going, you won't get good 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 giving out jerseys, get on line
For your football numbers, to take us all under
What happened to shorty? They him tall numbers
I don't so, I don't think so either
But he told em every thing he knew and em hit the ?