Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

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

talk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger
Got her in a small room 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 hand on the stand for
Kingpin charges and RICO law
Got agents in your for them bricks of raw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Homey watch the corner, that crack
That kid C K told on O G
Sammy the man, he the biggest of them all
He broke the code, he the whole mob fall

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

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

And the the bull award goes to Fat Joe