Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

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

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

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

I your friend, you a tattle teller
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
your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

Be what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his
Now he rattin' on his co-d's, on his homies
To officials 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 in his building
He on himself and told on his right hand
He about taxes and credit card scams

Joe the stand, he sold 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 a man's dick on him

I your friend, you a tattle teller
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 nigga
your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

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

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

Homey watch the corner, slingin' that
kid C K told on O G mack
Sammy the bull man, he the of them all
He broke the code, he made the whole mob

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

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

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

And the Sammy the bull award to Fat Joe