Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who

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

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

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

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

[spanish speaker -> unknown]

dr. dre

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

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

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

Yo son other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy bitches pictures of you and your man
Askin your - I gave 'em no leads
For all the nigga know them 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 late while in my hoe's 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 fast

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

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

Out