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 whiskers you 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

There's rats in the street and in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in cell
Shit, Seagal, I used 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 room the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, them givin' years for them guns
And there's to hide, when the marshals come

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

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

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

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

He about 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, in the ceiling
He bragged about them kids caught bodies in his building
He told on himself and told on his 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 Fort Dix with a dick on him

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

Death dishonor, what happened 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 pistol ain't on the street
Chris Portello, yeah he used to with Madonna
The south beach king is, federal

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

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

I your friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you nigga
You nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck tail, pluck 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 the bull award goes to Fat Joe