Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

There's rats in the street and in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in cell
Shit, Steven Seagal, I to love his karate
But he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti

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

D.A. don't play, life off of hearsay
And right on the stand for conspiracy
Kingpin charges and RICO law
Got agents in your spot for bricks of raw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pipe on death row, told on Pete
They the reason that pistol on the street
Chris Portello, yeah he used to with Madonna
The south beach king is, federal

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

Italian Joe Camby, he up the game
He tellin' on his people like Saddam
So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' fellas
Kid watch back for them damn tattle tellers

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

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

And the Sammy the bull award to Fat Joe