Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the
I just grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound me
Feds around silly
Tryin' ta find
They ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a that we both could of boned
This of this loan
The ass had us in the zone
But you know the
been schooled by older dues
I know the
No for them thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to to them ho's role with the ride
Where's your Pras
You know little gotcha eyes

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
Left the mall little Amo the toy truck
Your what, three years old know correct
Here my Ase neck 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
ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch me

AZ:
That's ill shit
that bitch go with a click

Dun hit you right back cause the static is stick

Guy in Spanish

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
you gonna 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 will have your whole
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick glue
We got you

AZ:
We just hit the
I'm up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold this ill news niggas killed more
The touched me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie a while back
Same foul who tried to bust me
Caught em'
A Spanish Harlem with Puertoricans
Up in Washington heights right off the
Feel speakin' 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
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in this war
Some we took an oath, then this 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 wipes
This life's
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you drive or you fly
up my other side

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a Sosa quick son
Them outer state tryin to get us both hit
was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach
Said it's no
We FBI's most
So play the low, change ya cloths, ya bags
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.