Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo esco, who this?

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

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

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

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

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dr. dre

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out