🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

  dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me, still the same o.g., but I been  key
 Hated on  most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats  snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at  cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
  a crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To add to the wall full of 
 Hangin up in the office in back of my house  trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my  freeze? hoe please
 You better bow down on both 
 Who you think  you to smoke trees?
 Who you think  you the oldies?
  ice cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The snoop 
 And  group that said mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you a tape full of  beats
  bump when you stroll through in your hood
 And when  album sales wasn’t doin too good
 Who’s the doctor they told  to go see?
 Y’all  listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm 
 Y’all  the reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So  y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna keep fuckin around wit 
 And turn  back to the old me
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they  somethin to say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
 Just a bunch of 
 And motherfuckers act like  forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
  what do you say to somebody you hate (what? )
 Or anyone tryin  bring trouble your way?
 Wanna  things in a bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just  a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin  wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward eye  you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit  karl kani
  don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder  me tryin to park a dodge
 When I’m drunk as 
 Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car  {*crunch*}
 Hoppin  wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too bitch, call the 
 I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin 
  when the cops came through
 Me and dre stood next to a  down house
 Wit a  full of gas and a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t  out (right here)
 From here on out it’s the chronic 
 Startin today and tomorrow’s  new
  I’m still loco enough
 To choke you to  wit a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s  turntable*}
 Slim shady -  then a set of twin babies
 In  mercedes benz wit the windows up
  the temp goes up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies;  doc but I been crazy
 There’s no way that  can save me
 It’s  go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
 Chorus
 
 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to 
 Wit your hands out lookin  to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd  out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now  I got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like  was some disease
 But you won’t get a crumb from 
  I’m from the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em  - all them little gangstas
 Who you think helped mold ’em 
 Now you wanna run  talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think I sold  all?
 Cause I  well off
 Now all I get is hate  all day sayin dre fell off
 What  I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this damn label 
 I ain’t  that; this is the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be  after that
 So give  one more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap!  can have it back
 So where’s all  madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in  habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that I  strapped wit gats
  you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
 
 Chorus
 
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