🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. 
 Y’all  me, still the same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and  g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no 
 Mad  me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got  crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To add to the wall full  plaques
 Hangin  in the office in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze?  please
 You better bow down on both 
 Who  think taught you to smoke trees?
 Who  think brought you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s, ice cube’s, and 
  snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the group that  mother-fuck tha police
  you a tape full of dope beats
 To bump when you  through in your hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t doin  good
 Who’s the  they told you to go see?
 Y’all better listen up 
 All you niggaz that  that I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all  the reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all,  of y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are  keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn me back to the old 
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna  like they got somethin to say
 But nothin comes out  they move their lips;
 Just  bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act like they forgot about 
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say  somebody you hate (what? )
 Or  tryin to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in  bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study a tape of 
 One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I  a guy
 Give me an awkward eye  you lookin at? )
 And strangled  off in the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t  a fuck if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park a 
 When I’m drunk as 
 Right next to a humungous truck in a  garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out  two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too bitch, call  cops!
 I’ma kill  and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And  the cops came through
 Me and dre stood next to a burnt  house
 Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of 
 And still weren’t  out (right here)
 From here  out it’s the chronic 2
 Startin  and tomorrow’s the new
  I’m still loco enough
 To choke you to death wit  charleston chew
 {*eminem’s  turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then a set of  babies
 In a mercedes benz  the windows up
 When the  goes up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies; sorry doc but I been 
 There’s no way that you can save 
 It’s okay, go  him hailey (da-da? )
 
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 [dr. dre]
 If  was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to me
 Wit  hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd  out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I got  little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like  was some disease
 But you won’t  a crumb from me
 Cause I’m  the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all - all them  gangstas
 Who you think  mold ’em all?
 Now you  run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you  I sold ’em all?
  I stay well off
  all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been in the lab wit a  and a pad
 Tryin  get this damn label off?
 I ain’t havin that; this is  millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t  be nothin after that
 So give me one more  plaque
  fuck rap! you can have it back
 So where’s all  madd rappers at?
  like a jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know  I was strapped wit gats
  you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
 
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 Chorus 1/2 (after  ends)