🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist:  dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all  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 keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no 
 Mad at me cause  can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got  crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To add to  wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the  in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe 
 You better  down on both knees
 Who you think taught  to smoke trees?
  you think brought you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s,  cube’s, and d.o.c’s
  snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the group that said mother-fuck tha 
 Gave you  tape full of dope beats
 To bump when you stroll through  your hood
 And when your album  wasn’t doin too good
 Who’s the doctor they  you to go see?
  better listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the  flopped
 Y’all are the  that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like me,  me!
 Y’all are gonna keep  around wit me
 And turn me back to  old me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin  say
 But nothin comes out when  move their lips;
  a bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act  they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to somebody you hate (what? 
 Or  tryin to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in  bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study a tape  n.w.a.!
 One  I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give  an awkward eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit  karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck if it’s  or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park a 
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a  garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to  it off
 Fuck you too bitch,  the cops!
 I’ma  you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me  dre stood next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can  of gas and a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t found out (right 
 From here on out it’s  chronic 2
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And  still loco enough
 To choke you  death wit a charleston chew
  vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then a  of twin babies
 In a mercedes benz wit the  up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men  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  me
 Wit your hands  lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When  last cd was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I got this little 
 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  em all - all them little gangstas
  you think helped mold ’em all?
 Now  wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think  sold ’em all?
 Cause I  well off
 Now all  get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been in the lab  a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this damn label 
 I ain’t havin that; this is  millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin after 
 So give me one more  plaque
 And fuck rap! you  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  wit gats
 When you were  a cabbage patch
 
 Chorus
 
 Chorus 1/2 (after music