Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe the stand, he sold his soul
But little did he know he dug a hole
He on his friends and the judge flipped on him
Now he in Fort Dix a man's dick on him

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

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

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

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

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

Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the
He on his people like Saddam Hussein
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 nigga
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 jealous
You coward nigga, you nigga
Tuck your tail, your whiskers you tattle teller

And the Sammy the bull award to Fat Joe