Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who

What's the
I just touched grounds in philly
a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, bitch supposed to be in the
in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
Should of she was a bitch that we both could of boned
To post it alone, the ass had us in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by dudes
I know the
No time for them thoughts, too to lose
Just tryin to until them hoes role with the ride
Where's your joy and
You know little des got eyes

In the cut, okay, the top's up
Left the bought little amal the toy truck
Your what, three years old now, correct?
He and my age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the an old cassette
Fly stephanie shit
What's the with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one a cop
That ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm goin off of what some weak bitch told me

That's ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click

Yo dunn,
I'll hit you right back the static is thick

[spanish speaker -> unknown]

dr. dre

We got your phone tapped, what you do
Cause sooner or later, we'll your whole crew
All we now is the right word or two
To make all it stick glue, then you through
We got your tapped, what you gon' do
sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right or two
To all it stick like glue, we got you

We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these killed mo'
The shit touched me, tryin to just lit a dutchie
From a while - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto
Up in washington right off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own

Keep your eyes - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is
the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
Cats bleed in this war
Son we took an oath, then life took us both
We rich now, the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, on
Fluid in the windsheild gone this light storm
formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other

Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our
Sendin two decoy with pictures of you and your man
your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads
For all the nigga know them fuck with police

No shit I'm clickin over, i'ma tell quick
Son - outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was nate, he hit me last late while in my hoe's stomach
Said no hundred, we fbi's most wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home

Yo all good
I'ma hit you when I touch tomorrow son, word

Stay on point - even use the phone
Just come to my yo, word up

Out