Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who

What's the
I just grounds down in philly
a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, 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 it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both schooled by older dudes
I the jewels
No for them thoughts, too much to lose
tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's joy and pride?
You little des got your eyes

In the cut, okay, the top's up
Left the mall little amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old now,
He and my age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the background's an old
Fly stephanie mills
What's the deal with, all this I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one a cop
That ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin off of what 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

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dr. dre

We got your phone tapped, you gon' 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, then you
We got phone tapped, what you gon' do
sooner or later, we'll have your 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 up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these killed mo'
The shit touched me, to chill just lit a dutchie
From a back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem some puerto ricans
Up in washington heights off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, the phone's tapped
Alone with gats with a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin is knowin
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 rich now, the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light
That's in the sky, you comin home 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 hoes fuck with

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

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

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

Out