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
in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
Should of known she was a bitch that we could of boned
To it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been by older dudes
I the jewels
No time for thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the
your joy and pride?
You know little des got eyes

In the cut, okay, the top's up
Left the mall bought little the toy truck
Your boy's what, years old now, correct?
He and my age neck and neck, they futures set
got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly mills shit
the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one 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, that bitch go with her click

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

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dr. dre

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, 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 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, niggaz killed mo'
The touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
From a back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some ricans
Up in washington heights right off the
Feel speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes open - wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin is knowin
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no
Cats bleed in this war
Son we took an oath, then this life 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 in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other

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

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

Yo it's all
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son,

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

Out