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 to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home or manners
I was doin this shit when you was Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the
'Fore you knew what hard to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a was
Three hundred later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin Vegas
You ever so much cham' bust in one night
Grand 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 shit that we
You niggaz know about a Robb Report
a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little
You think you Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave to the game
It's only I got the right to be king
Niggaz got life really like what I sing
Cause know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit ever been recited
in the game word to the in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past present the future, proper
The holy of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT where it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Truth
I know, you got eyes on me
I you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see you can't see me
You try, but what you you saw
what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the as befo')
(People I used to know, don't know me no mo')
(But that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I you lay low)
[Verse Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the
Still droppin flames, cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
over setbacks, there's a lot since I came
You it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got the pain
When I and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my
The and the pain
All the way from the rise of my name
See the clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs drive them insane
The eyes I played
The best to in the game is The Watcher

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic into addicts, and fiends
like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
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 the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it
The world is mine and nobody keep it from me
Yo, my is never sunny
In the place where the number one of death is money
You can try
I've seen enough shit to leave frame of mind broken
I'm still and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies in
And die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]