Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
the dilly?
I touch grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound me
Feds floatin' silly
Tryin' ta find
suppose ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, in that 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 schooled by dues
I the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to much to
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the
Where's joint Pras
You know Dezk gotcha eyes

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

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

Dun hit you right back cause the static is stick

Guy in Spanish

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

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

Keep eyes open
Stay wide, is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, shit is not leagues no more
Cats bleed in cold war
we took an oath, then this life took 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 scarmed
Its in the sky
You comin' tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
hold up my side

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a Sosa quick son
Them outer bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's
Said 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 touch down son. Word.

Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.