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' silly
ta find land
They suppose ta be in the
in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
Should of she was a bitch that we both could of boned
post of this loan
The ass had us in the zone
But you know the
Both been schooled by dues
I the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to much to
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's with the ride
your joint Pras
You know little Dezk gotcha

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

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

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

Guy in Spanish

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

AZ:
We hit the cribo
I'm curled up on this
I'm low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more
The shit me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a back
Same foul who tried to bust me
em' sleepin'
A Spanish Harlem some Puertoricans
Up in Washington heights 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 your eyes
Stay wide, shit is mind
Look for any sign showin', one time is
About the dynasty, shit is not leagues no more
bleed in this cold war
Some we took an oath, then this 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 life's
Its in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you or will you fly
hold up my side

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

No I'm clickin' over
I'm a tell quick son
outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late in my ho's stomach
Said no hundred
We most wanted
So the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags
Watch you say on this phone, get home fast

AZ:
Yo all good. I'm a hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.

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

AZ:
Out.