Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who

What's the
I touched grounds down in philly
Brought a pound with me, floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, bitch to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and that 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, both been schooled by dudes
I know the
No for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe them hoes role with the ride
your joy and pride?
You know des got your eyes

In the cut, drop-z okay, the 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, they set
Trees got me wet, in the background's an old
Fly stephanie mills
What's the with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a one with a cop
That 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 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, you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll your whole crew
All we need now is the right or two
To all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole
All we now is the right word or two
To all it stick like glue, we got you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out