Luyện nghe bài hát Tattle Teller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be what you ask for, Joe got bagged
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 his lifestyle and old war stories
The brawl in B-more in the with them shorties
Out of town trips, connects
He told the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs

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

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

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

Death before dishonor, what happened to
Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones 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 that pistol ain't on the
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
Sammy the bull man, he the biggest of all
He broke the code, he made the mob fall

Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the
He tellin' on his people like Hussein
So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' fellas
Kid watch your 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 whiskers you tattle

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

And the the bull award goes to Fat Joe