Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
the dilly?
I just touch grounds down in
a pound with me
Feds floatin' around
Tryin' ta land
They suppose ta be in the
Parked in row ten, hard in that
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of
This of this loan
The ass had us in the zone
But you know the
Both schooled by older dues
I the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to to lose
Just tryin to vibe to ho's role with the ride
Where's your joint
You know little gotcha eyes

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
Your what, three years old know correct
Here my daughter Ase in neck
futures set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail
What's the deal all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, affair, one with 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 some ill
that bitch go with a click

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

Guy in Spanish

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

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

Keep your eyes
Stay wide, shit is blowin'
for any sign showin', one time is knowin'
About the dynasty, is not minor leagues no more
Cats in this cold 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 gone
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, you drive or will you fly
up my other side

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a tell 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 it's no
We FBI's wanted
So play the low, 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 down son. Word.

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

AZ:
Out.