🎵 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 been low 
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit  cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats no  and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my  wit groceries
 Got a crib wit a studio and  all full of tracks
 To add  the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the office in back of my house like 
 Did y’all  i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
 You better  down on both knees
 Who you think taught  to smoke trees?
  you think brought you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s, ice  and d.o.c’s
 The  d-o-double-g’s
 And the  that said 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  too good
 Who’s the  they told you to go see?
 Y’all better  up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or  firm flopped
 Y’all are the reason that dre ain’t been gettin  sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all;  y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna keep fuckin around wit 
 And  me back to the old me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to 
 But nothin comes out when  move their lips;
 Just a  of gibberish
  motherfuckers act like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to  you hate (what? )
 Or anyone  to 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, wit a walkman  when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward  (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin  wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a  if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin  park a dodge
  I’m drunk as fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in  two-car garage {*crunch*}
  out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too  call the cops!
 I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin  dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me and dre stood next to a burnt down 
 Wit  can full of gas and a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t found out (right 
 From here on  it’s the chronic 2
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And I’m  loco enough
 To choke you to death wit a charleston 
 {*eminem’s  turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then a set of  babies
 In a mercedes benz wit  windows up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies;  doc but I been crazy
 There’s no  that you can save me
 It’s okay, go with him  (da-da? )
 
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 [dr. dre]
 If  was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to me
 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  come to me like it was some disease
 But you  get a crumb from me
  I’m from the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all  all them little gangstas
  you think helped mold ’em all?
 Now you  run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What  think I sold ’em all?
 Cause I stay well 
 Now all I get  hate mail 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 havin that; this is  millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin after 
 So  me one more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you can have it 
 So where’s all the  rappers at?
  like a jungle in this habitat
 But all you  cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
 When you were  a cabbage patch
 
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