Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

There's rats in the and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wires in they cell
Shit, Steven Seagal, I used to love his
But even he snitched, he told on Gotti

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe took the stand, he his soul
But little did he know he dug a deeper
He lied on his friends and the flipped on him
Now he in Fort Dix with a dick on him

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

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

Death dishonor, what happened to that?
Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones rat
Nicky Barnes and Alpo, cat and
I heard ta-ta just to get that cheese

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

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

Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the
He tellin' on his like Saddam Hussein
So when you standin' on that corner, wit'cha fellas
Kid your back for them damn tattle tellers

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

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

And the the bull award goes to Fat Joe