Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

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

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

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

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

Guy Speaking in

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

Keep your eyes
Stay wide, shit is blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not leagues no more
Cats bleed in this war
Some we an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, 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 cats tried to rulin' our
Sendin' to decoy bitches pictures of you and ya man
ya whereabouts
I gave no leads
For all the nigga them ho's f**k with the police

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

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

Stay on point. even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.