Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
What's the
I just touch down in Philly
a pound with me
Feds around silly
Tryin' ta land
They ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, hard in slohokwan
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of
This post of this
The ass had us in the zone
But you the rules
Both been by older dues
I the Jews
No for them thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's with the ride
Where's joint Pras
You know little Dezk gotcha

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
Left the mall little Amo the toy truck
boy's what, three years old know correct
Here my Ase neck in neck
They set
got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail
the deal 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 go with a click

Dun hit you right back cause the static is stick

Guy Speaking in

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

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

Keep your eyes
Stay wide, shit is blowin'
Look for any showin', one time is knowin'
the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in this war
Some we 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 scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you or will you fly
hold up my side

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

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 ho's
Said it's no
We FBI's wanted
So play the low, change ya cloths, ya bags
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. Don't use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.