Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo esco, who this?

What's the
I just grounds down in philly
Brought a pound with me, feds around silly
Tryin to lynn, bitch supposed to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and slow hoe gwen
Should of known she was a bitch we both could of boned
To it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older
I the jewels
No time for thoughts, too much to lose
Just to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's joy and pride?
You know little des got your

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

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

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

[spanish -> words unknown]

dr. dre

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay on point - don't even use the
Just to my crib yo, word up

Out