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, let's do (the watcher)
[Verse One:
Things just ain't the same for
But I'm a too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the
'Fore you knew what hard to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the
I was with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you what a plan was
Three mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one
Grand fucked up one
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with
Allowed me to be
You cowards is just now learnin the shit we talk
You niggaz ain't know a Robb Report
a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 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, your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just
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 like, niggaz feel my pain
the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The present nigga the future, proper
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 eyes on me
I you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see you can't 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, the same as befo')
(People I to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people know, so I suggest you lay low)
[Verse Two: Dr.
I'm on top of the game
Still droppin flames, cock and aim
at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I
The momentum it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my
Dre, haters stop to my reign
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 clear through the of the mane
See the chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive 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 traumatic teens into addicts, and
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 the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and sit back and watch it
New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is and can't 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 your frame of broken
I'm alive and scopin
Be another hundred 'til my skies close in
And die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]