Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the
I just touch down in Philly
Brought a pound me
Feds floatin' silly
Tryin' ta land
They suppose ta be in the
in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a bitch that we 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 them thoughts, to much to
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role the ride
Where's your joint
You little Dezk gotcha eyes

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
Your what, three years old know correct
my daughter Ase neck in neck
They set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail
What's the deal with all this shit I'm up top
You got arrested, affair, one with 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:
That's some ill
Hear bitch go with a click

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

Guy in Spanish

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

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

Keep your open
Stay wide, shit is blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
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
Fluid in the wind wipes gone
This scarmed
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 rulin' our
Sendin' to decoy bitches pictures of you and ya man
ya whereabouts
I gave no leads
For all the nigga know them ho's with the police

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

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

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

AZ:
Out.