Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' At You

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

Guess who's back on the West Coast
It's the motherfuckin' of gangsta rap
Still dip in the six fo', still puffin' on the chronic
mad 'cause I still got it

I fall off, even without the Doc
You niggaz sellin' your soul tryin' to on top
nigga, check your Kotex
You niggaz ain't movin' shit the hand on a fake-ass Rolex

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

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

do you call a nigga who's overbearin'
Belligerent, foul, defiant and disrespectful?
You call that nigga the Doctor's
He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his hay day in the way

The five star general
Jayceon to the Aftermath Research Department
And gave him a test
It back 'G A M E Positive'

The infected with the game virus
His oratorical are so impeccable
niggaz in the streets call him Cyrus
The don who is down with violence
'Cause in his heart, a tyrant

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

I'll walkin' the street in my All Stars
In my khaki suit, what I do
Walkin' down the street, chronic
In my black locs, at you

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

I'm the snare when it touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum got you movin' your feet
I'm the to the throne after the D R E
of my environment

You old-ass niggaz get for your early retirement
I let hip hop burn down
I run in the building a fireman
Who can out me when I'm high off sticky?
Throwin' back Patron in some creased up Dickies

I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube me
stamped me and the good Doc handpicked me
You with me? Me and my mic
be separated like Interscope and hahahaha

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