Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo esco, who this?

What's the
I just touched grounds in philly
a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, bitch supposed to be in the
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe
Should of known she was a bitch we both could of boned
To post it alone, the ass had us both in the
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older
I know the
No time for thoughts, too much to lose
Just to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's joy and pride?
You know des got your eyes

In the cut, okay, the top's up
Left the bought little amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, years old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they set
got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly stephanie shit
What's the deal with, all this I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one a cop
That ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin off of some weak bitch told me

That's ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click

Yo dunn,
I'll hit you right back cause the is thick

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dr. dre

We got your tapped, what you gon' do
sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right or two
To make all it stick glue, then you through
We got phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have whole crew
All we need now is the word or two
To make all it stick glue, we got you

We just hit the cribbo, I'm up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold the ill news, niggaz killed mo'
The shit me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
From a while back - same cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto
Up in washington heights off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's
Alone with gats left a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes open - stay wide, is mind blowin
Look for any showin one-time is knowin
About the dynasty, shit is not leauges no more
Cats bleed in this war
Son we took an oath, then this life us both
We now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this storm
That's formin in the sky, you home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my side

Yo son some other cats to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy bitches with of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no
For all the know them hoes fuck with police

No shit I'm over, i'ma tell sos' quick
Son - them outta bitches tryin to get us both hit
was nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
Said it's no hundred, we fbi's most
So play the low, change clothes, pack your bags
Watch you say on this phone, get home fast

Yo all good
I'ma hit you I touch down tomorrow son, word

Stay on - don't even use the phone
Just to my crib yo, word up

Out