Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He snitched about the diesel, in the ceiling
He bragged about them kids caught bodies in his building
He told on himself and told on his right
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 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 nigga
You coward nigga, you nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your you tattle teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the Sammy the bull goes to Fat Joe