Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

I ain't friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you nigga
You coward nigga, you teller
Tuck your tail, pluck whiskers you tattle teller

I ain't friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you nigga
You coward nigga, you nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you teller

There's rats in the street and rats in the
In the feds, rats wear in they cell
Shit, Seagal, I used to love his karate
But even he snitched, he told on Peter

Pillow talk wit'cha about that German Ruger
Got her in a room with the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, the marshals come

D.A. don't play, giving off of hearsay
And right hand on the stand for
Kingpin and that RICO law
Got agents in your for them bricks of raw

And tellin' on you that you never saw
Like your next door neighbor live on your floor
The game over, man everybody snitch
Fat cat and Alpo nigga started shit

I your friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous
You nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck whiskers you tattle teller

I ain't your friend, you a teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous
You coward nigga, you nigga
Tuck tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

Be careful what you ask for, Joe got
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his
Now he on his co-d's, snitchin' on his homies
To officials and D.S. attorneys

He told about his lifestyle and old war
The brawl in B-more in the stall them shorties
Out of town trips, cocaine
He about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs

He about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his
He told on himself and on his right hand
He talked about and credit card scams

Joe took the stand, he sold his
But did he know he dug a deeper hole
He lied on his and the judge flipped on him
Now he in Dix with a man's dick on him

I ain't your friend, you a teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous
You coward nigga, you nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle

I ain't your friend, you a teller
You rat, you snitch, you nigga
You coward nigga, you teller
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle

Death before dishonor, what happened to
Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the that's rat
Barnes and Alpo, cat and freeze
I heard tellin' just to get that cheese

Pipe on death row, they told on
They the reason that pistol ain't on the
Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck Madonna
The beach king is, federal informer

Homey watch the corner, slingin' crack
That kid C K on O G mack
Sammy the bull man, he the of them all
He broke the code, he the whole mob fall

Joe Camby, he messed up the game
He tellin' on his people Saddam Hussein
So when you standin' on corner, chillin' wit'cha fellas
Kid watch your back for them tattle tellers

I ain't friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous
You coward nigga, you teller
Tuck tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

I ain't your friend, you a teller
You rat, you snitch, you nigga
You nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you teller

And the Sammy the award goes to Fat Joe