🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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