Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who

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

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

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

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

[spanish -> words unknown]

dr. dre

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

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

Keep your eyes open - wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no
Cats in this cold war
Son we took an oath, 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 wipes gone this light storm
That's formin in the sky, you comin tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - up, my other side

Yo son some cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy with pictures of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - I 'em no leads
For all the nigga know hoes fuck with police

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

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

Stay on point - even use the phone
come to my crib yo, word up

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