Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
What's the
I just touch grounds in Philly
Brought a pound me
Feds floatin' silly
ta find land
They suppose ta be in the
Parked in row ten, in that slohokwan
of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
This post of loan
The ass had us both in the
But you know the
Both been by older dues
I know the
No time for them thoughts, to to lose
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role the ride
Where's joint Pras
You know little Dezk eyes

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

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go with a

Dun hit you right back cause the static is stick

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
What you do
Cause sooner or later have your whole 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 right word or two to make all it stick glue
We got you

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

Keep your eyes
Stay wide, is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats in this cold war
Some we took an oath, this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the
Now I'm on the car doin', on
Fluid in the wind sheild gone
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, you drive or will you fly
up my other side

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a tell Sosa son
outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last late while in my ho's stomach
it's no hundred
We FBI's wanted
So play the low, ya cloths, pack ya bags
Watch 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.