Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
What's the
I touch grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound me
Feds floatin' around
Tryin' ta land
suppose ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, hard in that
of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
This post of this
The ass had us both in the
But you the rules
Both been by older dues
I the Jews
No time for thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the
Where's your joint
You know little Dezk gotcha

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

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go with a

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

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
What you 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
you threw
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 make all it stick like
We got you

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

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

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

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

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

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

AZ:
Out.