Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the
I just touch grounds in Philly
a pound with me
Feds floatin' silly
ta find land
They ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, hard in that
Should of known she was a that we both could of boned
This post of loan
The ass had us in the zone
But you know the
Both been schooled by older
I know the
No time for thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to to them ho's role with the ride
your joint Pras
You know little Dezk gotcha

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
Left the mall bought Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, years old know correct
my daughter Ase neck in neck
They set
got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set
Fly steppin' mail shit
the deal with 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 on for what some weak bitch told me

AZ:
That's ill shit
Hear that bitch go with a

Dun I'll hit you right back 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 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 will have 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 niggas killed more
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while
Same foul who tried to bust me
Caught em'
A Harlem with some Puertoricans
Up in Washington heights right off the
Feel speakin' for some vians that feels the phone tap
with gats left 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, shit is not leagues no more
Cats bleed in this war
Some we took an oath, then this life us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the
Now I'm on the car doin', on
Fluid in the wind sheild gone
This life's
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, you drive or will you fly
hold up my side

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a Sosa quick son
outer state bitches 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 most
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 even use the phone, just to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.