🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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