Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo this Esco, who

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

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
Left the mall bought Amo the toy truck
boy's what, three years 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 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 goin on for what some weak bitch told me

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go with a

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

Guy Speaking in

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

AZ:
We hit the cribo
I'm curled up on pillow
I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a from a while back
Same foul cats who tried to me
Caught em'
A Harlem with some Puertoricans
Up in Washington heights off the decan
Feel awful speakin' for some vians that feels the 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 time is
the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in cold war
we took an oath, then this life took us both
We now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin', on
in the wind sheild wipes gone
This life's
Its in the sky
You comin' tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
hold up my other

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a tell Sosa son
Them outer state bitches 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, ya bags
what 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 to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.