🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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