Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
the dilly?
I touch grounds down in Philly
a pound with me
Feds floatin' around
ta find land
They suppose ta be in the
Parked in row ten, hard in that
Should of she was a bitch that we both could of boned
This post of loan
The ass had us both in the
But you the rules
been schooled by older dues
I know the
No for them thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the
Where's your joint
You know little Dezk eyes

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
Left the mall bought little Amo the toy
Your what, three years old know correct
my daughter Ase neck in neck
They set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly steppin' they shit
What's the deal with all this shit I'm up top
You got arrested, shot affair, one a cop
That ya stee, you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin on for what some weak told me

AZ:
That's ill shit
Hear that go with a click

Dun I'll hit you right back cause the is stick

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause sooner or will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to all it stick like glue
you threw
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause sooner or will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick glue
We got you

AZ:
We just hit the
I'm curled up on pillow
I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas more
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie a while back
Same foul cats who tried to me
em' sleepin'
A Spanish Harlem some Puertoricans
Up in Washington right off the decan
Feel awful for some vians that feels the phone tap
Along with gats left with a to watch my own back

Keep eyes open
wide, shit is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, shit is not leagues no more
bleed in this cold war
Some 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
in the wind sheild wipes gone
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, you drive or will you fly
hold up my other

Yo son some other cats tried to our plans
Sendin' to decoy bitches pictures of you and ya man
Askin' ya
I them no leads
For all the know them ho's f**k with the police

No shit I'm clickin'
I'm a Sosa quick son
Them state bitches tryin to get us both hit
was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach
Said no hundred
We most wanted
So play the low, ya cloths, pack ya bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home

AZ:
Yo all good. I'm a hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.

Stay on point. Don't use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.