Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

Uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the hand
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 like shit
And to her, getting her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, 'cause she in there, leeking,
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the
talk to feds like, it's a sport
Lord forbid the head nigga get
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster you thought
I watch the nigga with my own get knocked, no doubt
Next week he outside front, how he get
Now that's guapo nigga? his family
Mexico for safety you get for that sammy shit
Thinking you with the feds and all that
That's when they got you, just that kid from Strapped
I stay, to mubblers who mubble to the cops
fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the only thing I pop is my 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 want to rat y'all (wanna rat y'all)
And it don't even 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, a demo
up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops that
On a 3-4 P you cop like 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 years in the same place, He still there
Came for a pill, it was still real there
came between us, know you seen us
Move like the in the beamers
Get blacked down and hit the
The know everything, who bled and everything
Before we got red, honeys us head
Herion and guns is on the files of
But came in the crib, lifting the towel
Heard the sergent out "start stripping the child"
And they down the door ? snitching involved
Wonder who? A boss, or a under you
Probably it out, when you sit for one or two
Six in bail, is how you catch a snail
Moving real slow, to steal dough

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