Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the
I just touch down in Philly
a pound with me
Feds floatin' around
Tryin' ta land
They ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a bitch we both 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 much to
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's with the ride
Where's your Pras
You little Dezk gotcha eyes

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

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that bitch go a click

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

Guy Speaking in

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

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

Keep your open
Stay wide, shit is mind
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, shit is not minor no more
Cats in this cold war
Some we an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, the whole cow, split the growth
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 other

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

No shit I'm over
I'm a tell Sosa son
Them outer state bitches to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late in my ho's stomach
it's no hundred
We FBI's most
So play the low, change ya cloths, ya bags
Watch what you say on 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.