Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Wanna Rat

Uh, yo, yo
Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the hand
Flash his badge with his left
On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget it
Made men, should with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like rich
And next to her, getting her done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck, she in there, leeking, speaking
Not knowing, she being, followed, on the
Niggas to feds like, it's a sport
Lord forbid the head get caught
And watch the whole tree break down, faster than 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 family
Mexico for you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking you threw with the and all that
when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the
Brick who just want a nigga 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's that y'all (that's y'all)

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, a demo
Switch up ya ammo, out the memo
Now you got the dogs locked up in the
Rat, to the cops like 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 down for a pill, it was still there
Money came between us, you seen us
Move the teamsters in the beamers
Get blacked and hit the cleaners
The feds know everything, who bled and
we got red, honeys giving us head
Herion and is on the files of Styles
But they came in the crib, the towel
Heard the sergent scream out "start the child"
And they down the door ? snitching 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 slow, trying to steal dough

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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 business, all in the street
To him now, you gotta drive for a week
What you expect? with the guard so tough
Fuck his bluff, they 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 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 good no more
See the no more, or skeet no more
Ride around in the P, the heat no more
top to not even on your feet no more
'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke mind
they giving 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 thing he knew and em hit the ?