Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

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

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
Left the mall little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, three old know correct
Here my Ase neck in neck
futures set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly they mail shit
What's the deal with all 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 some weak bitch told me

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go a click

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

Guy Speaking in

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

AZ:
We just hit the
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
foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught em'
A Spanish with some Puertoricans
Up in heights right off the decan
Feel awful for some vians that feels the phone tap
Along gats left with a vest to watch my own back

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

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

No shit I'm over
I'm a Sosa quick son
Them outer state bitches tryin to get us hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my stomach
Said it's no
We FBI's wanted
So the low, change ya cloths, pack 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. Don't even use the phone, come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.