Luyện nghe bài hát Rat Heads

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)
Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)
Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

VWould you look, would you
Niggas be snitchin', talkin',
All up in the joint, man, singin',
Talkin' all that old really fruitful riff ass shit, mayn
on every nigga in the muthafuckin' dope game

He's like a mice
Popo's talkin' about 25 to
But real niggas do the time, and pay the price,
Rat heads give up to the vice, you know

Trick sap wanna hang like a dick
Just he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head wants to the to the popo's

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin' weight
So they offer man some police protection
He couldn't be from the or the south
'Cause my side of don't go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey Mouse his guts
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But they let him out without a
Nothin' ass nigga, he ratted us out

But since he sang such a song
The pigs gave his ass a ride home
The blind couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin' this shit be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of
the rat some money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and like a batch, gee
The nigga played the of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas faced
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a jacket

On the turf they to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they patiently
He won't be seen no soon
'Cause in the V he's doomed

up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the and thugs
Expressin, "I'm from the V Town, 707"
and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I know E-40 and the fuckin' click"
They near shitted, boss
Not knownin' the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

Brothers gettin' for possession of sale
The races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each

A party jumps off on Street
Vallejo niggas in that hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes

full of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and wine
All the danksters up
They play the five second game hold it in, and get stupid

Hoes gettin' in the backroom
Fools home smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but from different towns
A house full of Nino

Shootin' pool, playin' and dominos
Niggas jackin' off and five point o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But look who up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

Vallejo niggas out
(Snitch)
his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And went bezerk