Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who

What's the
I just touched down in philly
Brought a pound with me, floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, supposed to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe
Should of known she was a that we both could of boned
To it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the
No time for them thoughts, too to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them role with the ride
Where's your joy and
You know des got your eyes

In the cut, okay, the top's up
Left the mall bought little amal the toy
Your boy's what, three years old now,
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they set
got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly stephanie shit
What's the 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 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 static is

[spanish speaker -> unknown]

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 make all it stick like glue, you through
We got your phone tapped, you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have 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 touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
From a while back - same foul cats who tried to me
'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto ricans
Up in washington heights off the deacon
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, is not minor leauges no more
bleed in this cold war
Son we took an oath, then this took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the
Now I'm on the car doin, on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this storm
formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my side

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

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

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

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

Out