🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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