Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo Esco, who this?

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

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

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear bitch go with a click

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

Guy in Spanish

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

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

Keep eyes open
Stay wide, shit is mind
Look for any showin', one time is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not minor no more
bleed in this cold war
Some we took an oath, then this life took us
We now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin', on
Fluid in the wind wipes gone
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you or will you fly
hold up my other

Yo son some other tried to rulin' our plans
Sendin' to bitches with pictures of you and ya man
Askin' ya
I gave no leads
For all the nigga know them ho's with the police

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a tell Sosa son
Them outer bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me night late while in my ho's stomach
Said it's no
We FBI's most
So play the low, ya cloths, pack ya bags
what you say on this phone, get home fast

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

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

AZ:
Out.