Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the
I just touch down in Philly
Brought a with me
Feds floatin' around
Tryin' ta find
They ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, hard in slohokwan
Should of known she was a that we both could of boned
This post of loan
The ass had us in the zone
But you the rules
Both schooled by older dues
I the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to to lose
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's with the ride
your joint Pras
You know Dezk gotcha eyes

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
Left the mall little Amo the toy truck
Your what, three years old know correct
my daughter Ase neck in neck
They set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail
the deal with all this shit 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:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go a click

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

Guy in Spanish

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
What you do
Cause sooner or will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like
you threw
We got you tap
What you do
Cause or later will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right 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 low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while
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 that feels the tap
Along with gats left a vest to watch my own back

Keep your open
Stay wide, shit is blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, is not minor leagues no more
Cats in this cold 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 sheild wipes gone
This life's
Its in the sky
You comin' tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
hold up my side

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

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

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, just come to my yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.