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 and children, that's when rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit
And next to her, 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 like, it's a sport
forbid the head nigga get caught
And watch the whole family tree break down, than you thought
I watch the nigga my own eyes get knocked, no doubt
Next week he front, how he get out?
Now that's nigga? his family talk?
Mexico for you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking you threw the feds and all that
That's they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay, to mubblers who mubble to the cops
fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the thing I pop is my burners in the dark

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

Fake lieuteno, on a sing, a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the
Now you got the locked up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops that
On a 3-4 P you cop like 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)
three years in the same place, He still there
Came down for a pill, it was still real
Money came us, know you seen us
Move like the teamsters in the
Get blacked down and hit the
The feds know everything, who bled and
Before we got red, giving us head
Herion and is on the files of Styles
But they came in the crib, lifting the
Heard the sergent scream out "start the child"
And they blew down the door ? snitching
who? A boss, or a nigga 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
you talk for? They ain't even had no proof
But you play this street business, all in the
To him now, you gotta drive for a week
What you expect? Messing with the guard so
Fuck calling his bluff, made 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 some cat you that shot up
Man enough to eat wit em, get cake em
But you to go upstate wit em
Where you going, you won't get good no more
See the street no more, or skeet no
Ride around in the P, with the no more
From top to not on your feet no more
'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your
Since giving out jerseys, get on line
For your numbers, want to take us all under
happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers
I don't think so, I think so either
But he em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?