Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the
I just grounds down in Philly
a pound with me
Feds floatin' around
ta find land
They suppose ta be in the
in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a bitch we both could of boned
post of this loan
The ass had us both in the
But you the rules
Both schooled by older dues
I the Jews
No time for thoughts, to much to lose
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 bought little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, years old know correct
Here my daughter Ase neck in
futures set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly they mail shit
What's the deal with all this I'm hearin 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 what weak bitch told me

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go with a

Dun hit you right back cause the static is stick

Guy in Spanish

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

AZ:
We hit the cribo
I'm curled up on this
I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed
The touched me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a from a while back
Same foul cats who tried to me
em' sleepin'
A Harlem with some Puertoricans
Up in Washington right off the decan
Feel awful speakin' for some vians that the phone tap
Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own

Keep your eyes
Stay wide, is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not minor no more
bleed in this cold war
Some we took an oath, then this took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, the growth
Now I'm on the car doin', on
in the wind sheild wipes gone
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you or will you fly
up my other side

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

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

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

Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, up.

AZ:
Out.