Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher 2

Jeah. uhh. it's what I do for a livin
Eat for a livin (watcher)
That's how I for a livin nigga. (watcher)
Okay, do this (the watcher)
One: Jay-Z]
Things ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these
All of rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or
I was doin this shit you was shittin Pampers
I was them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the
'Fore you knew what white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with hammers
I was my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you what a plan was
Three hundred later, now you understand us
ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one
fucked up one fight
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all with whom?
Allowed me to be
You cowards is just now learnin the that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb
Bout a speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss I came through the door
"Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your neck up
Now you too big for britches, you got a few little bitches
You you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew for you midgets, I gave life to the game
only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like I sing
Cause they is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest that's ever been recited
in the game to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past present the future, proper
The holy of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his BUT that's where it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Hurts]
I know, you got eyes on me
I you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you see me
You try, but you think you saw
Ain't what you you saw
You off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the as befo')
(People I used to know, just know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got I know)
(Who got people know, so I suggest you lay low)
[Verse Two: Dr.
I'm still on top of the
droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my
But the music in me, every drop in my veins
The and the pain
All the way back from the of my name
See the world through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I
the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I
The best to emerge in the is The Watcher

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics
It turn teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic
Which means, I can see the planet in the scene
is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it
The world is and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is
You can try
I've seen shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm alive and scopin
Be another hundred years my skies close in
And die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]