🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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