🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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