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 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, pluck whiskers you tattle teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

He told about his lifestyle and old war
The brawl in B-more in the stall them shorties
Out of town trips, connects
He told about the ratchets, and tecs

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

Joe took the stand, he sold his
But little did he know he dug a deeper
He on his friends and the judge flipped 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 tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

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

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

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

Homey watch the corner, 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 mob fall

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

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

And the Sammy the bull goes to Fat Joe