Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher 2

Jeah. uhh. it's what I do for a nigga
Eat for a livin (watcher)
how I live for a livin nigga. (watcher)
Okay, do this (the watcher)
[Verse One:
Things just ain't the same for
But I'm a little too to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or
I was doin this shit when you was shittin
I was them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the
'Fore you knew hard white to tame was
I was the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss with them hammers
I was prickin my 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a was
Three mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through
You ever so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be
You is just now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz know about a Robb 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 disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little 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 life to the
only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been
in the word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past present 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 feel you me
But it ain't hard to see that you see me
You try, but what you you saw
Ain't you thought you saw
You bed-da off not at all
(Everywhere I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got I know)
(Who got they know, so I suggest you lay low)
Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
over setbacks, been a lot since I came
You it all, how I got, how I gained
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, wanna stop to my reign
But the music in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the
All the way back the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the
See the world chear for the rhymes I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them
The eyes I played
The best to emerge in the game is The

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my contains graphics thangs
It traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a screen
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
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 never
In the place the number one cause of death is money
You can try
I've seen shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the [echoes]