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 live for a nigga. (watcher)
Okay, do this (the watcher)
One: Jay-Z]
Things just the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these
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 when you was shittin Pampers
I was them grams 'fore 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, aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a was
hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin Vegas
You ever seen so much bust in one night
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 the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Report
Bout a speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave to the game
It's only I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life like what I sing
they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's been recited
in the game to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past present nigga the future,
The trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his BUT that's where it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Hurts]
I know, you got your on me
I feel you me
But it ain't hard to see that you see me
You try, but you think you saw
what you thought you saw
You off not lookin at all
(Everywhere I go, ain't 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 they know, so I suggest you lay low)
[Verse Two: Dr.
I'm still on top of the
Still droppin flames, still and aim
at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I
You seen it all, how I got, how I
The when it dropped, how I got through the pain
I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every in my veins
The pride and the
All the way back from the of my name
See the world through the eyes of the mane
See the world for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll them insane
The that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and
like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those haven't got it
take away the profit, it's catastrophic
I the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back 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 cause of death is
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 close in
And I'ma die with my open, the watcher [echoes]