🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre  eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me,  the same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by  these niggaz wit no cheese, no 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 provide my family wit 
 Got a crib wit a studio and  all full of tracks
 To add to the wall full of 
  up in the office in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let  dough freeze? hoe please
 You better bow down on  knees
  you think taught you to smoke trees?
 Who you think brought you  oldies?
 Eazy-e’s, ice  and d.o.c’s
  snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the  that said mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you a tape full of  beats
 To bump when you stroll through in your 
 And when your album sales wasn’t doin too 
 Who’s the doctor they told  to go see?
 Y’all  listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that  turned pop, or the 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  me
 And turn me back to the  me
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays  wanna talk like they got somethin to say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
 Just a bunch of 
 And  act like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to  you hate (what? )
 Or  tryin to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in a bloodier  (yup)
 Then just  a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by,  a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward eye  you lookin at? )
 And strangled him  in the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a  if it’s dark or not
 I’m  than me tryin to park a dodge
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right next to a  truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it 
  you too bitch, call the cops!
  kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when the cops came 
 Me and dre stood next to a  down house
 Wit a can full of gas and a hand  of matches
 And still  found out (right here)
  here on out it’s the chronic 2
 Startin  and tomorrow’s the new
 And I’m still loco 
 To choke you to death wit a charleston 
  vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then a  of twin babies
 In a  benz wit the windows up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin  ladies; sorry doc but I been crazy
  no way that you can save me
 It’s  go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
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 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up  me
 Wit your  out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
  my last cd was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I  this little company
 Everybody wanna come to  like it was some disease
 But you won’t get a crumb from 
 Cause I’m from the streets of (compton, 
 I told em all - all them  gangstas
 Who you  helped mold ’em all?
 Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t  none
 What  think I sold ’em all?
  I stay well off
 Now all I get is hate mail all  sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been in the  wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to  this damn label off?
  ain’t havin that; this is the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t  be nothin after that
 So give me one  platinum plaque
 And fuck  you can have it back
 So where’s all  madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in  habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit 
 When you were  a cabbage patch
 
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