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 find lynn, bitch to be in the benz
in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of
To post it alone, the ass had us both in the
But you know the rules, both been 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 your joy and
You know little des got your

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

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

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

[spanish speaker -> words

dr. dre

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

We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these 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 right off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a 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 cold war
Son we took an oath, this life took us both
We rich now, milk the cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light
formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you or will you fly - hold up, my other side

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

No shit I'm clickin over, tell sos' quick
Son - them outta 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, your clothes, pack your bags
Watch you say on this phone, get home fast

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

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

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