Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

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

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

D.A. play, giving life off of hearsay
And right hand on the stand for
Kingpin charges and RICO law
Got agents in spot for them bricks of raw

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

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

Be careful 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, on his homies
To officials and D.S. attorneys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Homey watch the corner, slingin' that
kid C K told on O G mack
Sammy the bull man, he the biggest of all
He broke the code, he made the whole mob

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

I your friend, you a tattle teller
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 nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, your whiskers you tattle teller

And the Sammy the bull goes to Fat Joe