Luyện nghe bài hát Phone Tap The Firm

Yo this Esco, who

AZ:
the dilly?
I just grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound me
floatin' around silly
Tryin' ta find
They ta be in the benz
in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a bitch that we both of boned
This post of loan
The ass had us both in the
But you the rules
Both been schooled by older
I know the
No time for thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to vibe to ho's role with the ride
Where's your Pras
You little Dezk gotcha eyes

In the cut, drop Z ok the up
Left the bought little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old correct
my daughter Ase neck in neck
They set
got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set
Fly they mail shit
What's the deal with all shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot affair, one a cop
That ain't ya stee, you low key with no t
I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch me

AZ:
some ill shit
Hear that go with a click

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

Guy Speaking in

(Dr.Dre):
We got you tap
What you do
Cause sooner or will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick glue
Then you
We got you tap
What you do
Cause sooner or will 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 curled up on this
I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed
The touched me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a from a while back
Same foul cats who tried to me
em' sleepin'
A Spanish with some Puertoricans
Up in Washington right off the decan
awful speakin' for some vians that feels the phone tap
Along with left with a vest to watch my own back

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

Yo son some cats tried to rulin' our plans
Sendin' to bitches with pictures of you and ya man
ya whereabouts
I gave no leads
For all the nigga know ho's f**k with the police

No shit I'm over
I'm a Sosa quick son
outer state 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 most wanted
So play the low, change ya cloths, ya bags
Watch what you say on 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 to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.