Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

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

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, 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 bitch told me

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that go with a click

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

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause sooner or will have your whole crew
All we now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue
Then you
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause sooner or will have your whole crew
All we need now is the word 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 still low, hold this ill news these killed more
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a back
Same foul cats who tried to me
Caught em'
A Spanish Harlem 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
wide, shit is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not leagues no more
Cats in this cold war
Some we took an oath, then this life took us
We rich now, milk the cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin', on
Fluid in the wind wipes gone
This scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
up my other side

Yo son some other cats tried to our plans
Sendin' to bitches with pictures 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 Sosa quick son
Them outer state bitches to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's
it's no hundred
We FBI's most
So play the low, change ya cloths, ya bags
what you say on this phone, get home fast

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

Stay on point. even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.