Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo esco, who this?

What's the
I just touched down in philly
Brought a pound with me, feds floatin silly
Tryin to lynn, bitch supposed to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe
Should of known she was a bitch we both could of boned
To post it alone, the ass had us in the zone
But you know the rules, been schooled by older dudes
I the jewels
No time for them thoughts, too much to
Just tryin to vibe until 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 mall little amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old now,
He and my daughter age and neck, they futures 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
That ain't ya stee', you usually low key no t
I'm only goin off of what some weak told me

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

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

[spanish speaker -> words

dr. dre

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

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

Keep your eyes open - stay wide, is mind blowin
Look for any sign one-time is knowin
the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
Cats 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 wipes gone light storm
That's formin in the sky, you comin tomorrow?
Will you or will you fly - hold up, my other side

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

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

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

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

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