Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher 2

Jeah. uhh. it's what I do for a livin
Eat for a livin (watcher)
how I live for a livin nigga. (watcher)
Okay, do this (the watcher)
[Verse One:
Things ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they
Doin all sorts of shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home or manners
I was this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams you, knew what a hand that hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight them hammers
I was prickin my finger you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out you knew what a plan was
Three hundred later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us through Vegas
You ever seen so much bust in one night
Grand fucked up one
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in room, y'all fuckin with whom?
me to be taught
You cowards is just now the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Report
Bout a high Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz know how to floss 'til I came through the door
"Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a check cut
You was suckin for so long, your little neck up
Now you too big for britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave to the game
It's only right I got the to be king
that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my
Know the shit I DON'T be the illest shit that's 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 that's it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Truth
I know, you got your 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
Ain't what you you saw
You bed-da off not at all
(Everywhere that I go, the same 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 on top of the game
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 seen it all, how I got, how I
The momentum when it dropped, how I got the pain
When I roll and shock, watched me reclaim
the streets, they a special spot 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 rise of my
See the world clear through the of the mane
See the world for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat it'll drive them insane
The that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The

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