Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
What's the
I just touch grounds down in
a pound with me
Feds around silly
Tryin' ta land
They ta be in the benz
in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
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
Both been schooled by older
I the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to much to
Just tryin to to them ho's role with the ride
Where's your joint
You know Dezk gotcha eyes

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

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

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 will have your crew
All we now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue
you threw
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause sooner or later will have your whole
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 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 with a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes
Stay wide, is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one time is
the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in cold war
Some we took an oath, then this life us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the
Now I'm on the car doin', on
Fluid in the wind wipes gone
This life's
Its in the sky
You home tomorrow, will 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
ya whereabouts
I gave no leads
For all the nigga know them ho's f**k the police

No shit I'm clickin'
I'm a tell Sosa son
Them state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night while in my ho's stomach
Said no hundred
We FBI's wanted
So the low, change 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.