Luyện nghe bài hát 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 whiskers you teller

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

There's rats in the street and rats in the
In the feds, wear 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 with the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, feds givin' years for them guns
And nowhere to hide, when the marshals come

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

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

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 nigga
You coward nigga, you teller
Tuck your tail, pluck your you tattle teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pipe on row, they told on Pete
They the reason pistol ain't on the street
Chris Portello, yeah he used to with Madonna
The south beach king is, 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 broke the code, he made the whole mob

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

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

And the the bull award goes to Fat Joe