Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' At You

Walkin' the street in my All Stars
In my suit, doin' what I do
Walkin' the street, smokin' chronic
In my locs, lookin' at you

Guess back on the West Coast tracks?
It's the motherfuckin' messiah of rap
Still dip in the six fo', still on the same chronic
Haters mad 'cause I got it

I fall off, even without the Doc
You niggaz sellin' soul tryin' to stay on top
nigga, check your Kotex
You niggaz movin' shit like the hand on a fake-ass Rolex

I'm million sold, the cover of my last album
The only time you see me sittin' on
I'm the anticipated, most celebrated
loved and the motherfuckin' most hated

Keep rollin' gold Daytons
Niggaz got the fucked up like Hennessey with a Coke chaser
You deal with me, I'm the West Coast savior
Niggaz of me every time they six fo' scraper

What do you call a nigga overbearin'
Belligerent, foul, defiant and very
You call nigga the Doctor's Advocate
a reflection of Dr. Dre in his hay day in the worst way

The five star surgeon
Took Jayceon to the Aftermath Research
And gave him a test
It came 'G A M E Positive'

The nigga's infected with the virus
His skills are so impeccable
That niggaz in the call him Cyrus
The don who is down with violence
'Cause in his heart, he's a

It's not a game, it's just called The
There'll be no referees, no half reports
the game is over, The Game is over
You put a quarter in the machine
And get mo' min', that's the end

I'll down the street in my All Stars
In my suit, doin' what I do
Walkin' down the street, smokin'
In my locs, lookin' at you

I been to Hell and back
for dead, you know who to thank for that
Finished my second LP a Dr. Dre track
You can take my soul but can't my plaques

I'm the motherfuckin' when it touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got you your feet
I'm the heir to the throne the D R E
Product of my

You niggaz get ready for your early retirement
I let hip hop burn down
I run in the building like a
Who can out spit me when I'm off sticky?
Throwin' back Patron shots in some up Dickies

I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice 'Lynch'd' me
Snoop stamped me and the good Doc me
You still me? Me and my mic
Can't be separated like Interscope and

Oh shit, this some ass motherfuckin' weed
That California sticky
is the aftermath for the Aftermath
West