Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo esco, who this?

What's the
I just touched down in philly
a pound with me, feds floatin 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 that we both of boned
To it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, been schooled by older dudes
I know the
No time for them thoughts, too much to
Just tryin to until them hoes role with the ride
your joy and pride?
You know little des got eyes

In the cut, drop-z okay, the up
Left the mall bought little amal the toy
Your boy's what, three years old now,
He and my age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the an old cassette
Fly stephanie mills
the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a one with a cop
That ain't ya stee', you low key with 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 cause the static is

[spanish -> words unknown]

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 tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, have your whole crew
All we need now is the word or two
To make all it stick 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 chill lit a dutchie
From a back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with puerto ricans
Up in heights right off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a to watch my own back

Keep your open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
for any sign showin one-time is knowin
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no
Cats bleed in this war
Son we an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, 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 you fly - hold up, my other side

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

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

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

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

Out