Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo Esco, who this?

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

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
Left the mall bought little Amo the toy
boy's what, three years old know correct
Here my daughter Ase in neck
They set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly they mail shit
What's the with all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot affair, one a cop
That ain't ya stee, you usually low key no t
I'm only goin on for what some bitch told me

AZ:
That's some ill
Hear that bitch go a click

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

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause 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
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
We got you

AZ:
We just hit the
I'm curled up on this
I'm low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more
The shit me
ta chill, just lit a dutchie 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 that feels the phone tap
Along with gats left a vest to watch my own back

Keep your open
Stay wide, shit is blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, is not minor leagues no more
bleed in this cold war
Some we took an oath, then this life us both
We rich now, milk the 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
up my other side

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

No shit I'm clickin'
I'm a tell quick son
Them outer state tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my stomach
it's no hundred
We FBI's wanted
So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya
Watch 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.