Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

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

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
Left the mall little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, three old know correct
Here my Ase neck in neck
futures 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, shot affair, one a cop
ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no t
I'm only on for what some weak bitch told me

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

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

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
What you do
sooner or later will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it like glue
Then you
We got you tap
What you do
sooner or later 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 hit the cribo
I'm curled up on this
I'm still low, hold this ill news these killed more
The touched me
ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while back
Same foul cats who tried to me
em' sleepin'
A Spanish Harlem with some
Up in Washington heights off the decan
Feel awful speakin' for some vians that feels the tap
Along gats left with a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes
wide, shit is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in this 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
Fluid in the wind sheild wipes
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you or will you fly
hold up my side

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

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

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

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

AZ:
Out.