Luyện nghe bài hát Rat Heads

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)
Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

VWould you look, you listen
be snitchin', talkin', rattin'
All up in the joint, man, singin',
all that old really fruitful riff raff ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' game

He's like a mice
talkin' about 25 to life
But real do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a
Just because he got popped with a a zip
Chow time, rush for the vittles
But rat wants to the talk to the popo's

Get me outta here, dude, I'm weight stressin'
So they offer that man police protection
He couldn't be the Hillside or the south
'Cause my side of town go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey Mouse his guts
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But let him out without a doubt
Nothin' ass nigga, he straight us out

But since he such a good song
The even gave his ass a ride home
The blind couldn't read braille
They him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's up no slack, all through the dope tracks
this shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, of ridiculously
the rat some money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and like a batch, gee
The played the role of a pussy
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch

On the turf they to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they patiently
He won't be seen no time
in the V Town he's doomed

Packed up and cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the and thugs
Expressin, "I'm the V Town, Duke 707"
Niggas and was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even know E-40 and the click"
They near shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the nigga was his ass off
Meanwhile, back in

Brothers gettin' knocked for possession of
The races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we gotta rat on each other

A party off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's about a war
We got in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore

Baththub of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Clear, and Rossi wine
All the danksters up
They play the five game hold it in, and get stupid stuck

Hoes gettin' poked in the
Fools goi' home smellin' perfume
Nothin' but ballers different towns
A house full of Nino

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and
Niggas jackin' off and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause gives a fuck
But look who up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

niggas yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him to the dirt
And went bezerk