Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' At You

Walkin' down the street in my All
In my suit, doin' what I do
down the street, smokin' chronic
In my black locs, at you

Guess back on the West Coast tracks?
the motherfuckin' messiah of gangsta rap
Still dip in the six fo', still puffin' on the same
Haters mad I still got it

I never fall off, even the Doc
You niggaz your soul tryin' to stay on top
nigga, check your Kotex
You niggaz ain't movin' shit like the hand on a Rolex

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

Keep rollin' gold Daytons
Niggaz got the game fucked up like Hennessey with a chaser
You gotta deal me, I'm the West Coast 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 nigga the Doctor's Advocate
a reflection of Dr. Dre in his hay day in the worst way

The five surgeon general
Took to the Aftermath Research Department
And gave him a test
It came back 'G A M E

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

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

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

I done to Hell and back
Left for dead, you know who to for that
Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre
You can take my soul but can't my plaques

I'm the motherfuckin' snare when it the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got you movin' feet
I'm the heir to the throne 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 like a fireman
Who can out spit me when I'm off sticky?
Throwin' back Patron shots in some creased up

I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice 'Lynch'd' me
Snoop stamped me and the Doc handpicked me
You still me? Me and my mic
Can't be separated like Interscope and

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