Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

I your 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 coward nigga, you teller
Tuck your tail, your whiskers you tattle teller

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

Pillow talk wit'cha girl about German Ruger
Got her in a small room with the
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, when the come

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

And people on you that 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 friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous
You coward nigga, you teller
Tuck your tail, your 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

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

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

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

Joe took the stand, he his soul
But little did he he dug a deeper hole
He lied on his friends and the 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 jealous
You nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, 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

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

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

Homey watch the corner, that crack
That kid C K on O G mack
Sammy the bull man, he the biggest of 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 you standin' on that corner, chillin' wit'cha fellas
Kid watch your back for damn tattle tellers

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

And the the bull award goes to Fat Joe