Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap - DrDre

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
What's the
I just touch down in Philly
Brought a pound me
Feds floatin' around
Tryin' ta land
They ta be in the benz
in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a that we both could of boned
This 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 role with the
Where's your joint
You know Dezk gotcha eyes

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
Left the mall little Amo the toy truck
Your what, three years old know correct
Here my daughter Ase neck in
futures set
Trees got me wet in the of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail
What's the deal with all 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 some bitch told me

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

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

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
you gonna do
Cause sooner or later will your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to all it stick like glue
you threw
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 like
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
ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while back
Same cats who tried to bust me
Caught em'
A Spanish Harlem with Puertoricans
Up in Washington right off the decan
Feel awful speakin' for some vians that feels the tap
Along with gats left with a to watch my own back

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

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

No I'm clickin' 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 in my ho's stomach
it's no hundred
We FBI's wanted
So play the low, ya cloths, pack ya bags
Watch 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, come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.