Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
What's the
I just touch down in Philly
Brought a with me
Feds floatin' silly
Tryin' ta land
suppose ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, in that slohokwan
of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
This post of this
The ass had us both in the
But you the rules
Both been schooled by dues
I the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to much to
tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride
Where's your Pras
You know Dezk gotcha eyes

In the cut, Z ok the tops up
Left the mall bought little Amo the toy
Your boy's what, three 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 all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot affair, one a cop
That ain't ya stee, you usually low key no t
I'm only goin on for some weak bitch told me

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

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

Guy in Spanish

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

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

Keep your open
wide, shit is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no
Cats bleed in this war
Some we took an oath, then this life us both
We rich now, the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin', on
Fluid in the wind sheild wipes
This life's
Its in the sky
You home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
hold up my other

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

No shit I'm over
I'm a tell Sosa son
Them outer bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's
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 all good. I'm a hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.

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

AZ:
Out.