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

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

talk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger
Got her in a small with the prosecutor
ya shooter, them feds givin' years for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals

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

And people tellin' on you that you saw
Like your next door neighbor that live on floor
The game over, man everybody snitch
Fat cat and Alpo nigga this shit

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

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

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

He told his lifestyle 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 about 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 credit scams

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

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

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

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

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

watch the corner, slingin' that crack
That kid C K 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 up the game
He tellin' on his people like Saddam
So when you standin' on that corner, wit'cha fellas
Kid your back for them damn tattle tellers

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

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

And the Sammy the bull award to Fat Joe