Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo Esco, who this?

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

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old correct
Here my Ase neck in neck
They set
got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail
What's the with all this shit I'm hearin 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:
That's ill shit
that 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
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 like 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, hold this ill news these killed more
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a back
Same foul cats who tried to me
Caught em'
A Spanish Harlem with some
Up in Washington heights off the decan
Feel awful for some vians that feels the phone tap
Along with gats left with a vest to my own back

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

Yo son some other tried to rulin' our plans
Sendin' to decoy 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 tell Sosa son
Them outer state bitches to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last late while in my ho's stomach
Said it's no
We most wanted
So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya
Watch what you say on this phone, get home

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.