🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist:  dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know  still the same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on  most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats  snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can  afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got a crib  a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To  to the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the office in  of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze?  please
 You better bow down on  knees
 Who you think taught you  smoke trees?
  you think brought you the oldies?
  ice cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The  d-o-double-g’s
 And the group that said mother-fuck tha 
 Gave you a tape  of dope beats
 To bump when you stroll through in  hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t doin too 
 Who’s the doctor they told you to  see?
  better listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I  pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are the reason that dre ain’t been  no sleep
  fuck y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna keep fuckin around  me
 And turn me  to the old me
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got  to say
 But nothin comes out  they move their lips;
 Just  bunch of gibberish
  motherfuckers act like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you  to somebody you hate (what? )
  anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? 
 Then just study a tape  n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a 
 Give me an awkward  (what you lookin at? )
  strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck if  dark or not
 I’m harder than me  to park a dodge
 When  drunk as fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car  {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken  tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too bitch, call the 
 I’ma kill you and them  ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me and dre stood  to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas  a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t found out  here)
  here on out it’s the chronic 2
 Startin today and tomorrow’s the 
 And I’m still loco 
 To choke you to death wit a  chew
  vocal turntable*}
  shady - hotter then a set of twin babies
 In  mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When the temp goes up to the mid 
 Callin men ladies; sorry  but I been crazy
 There’s no way that you  save me
 It’s  go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
 Chorus
 
 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me,  muh’fuckers would stop comin up to me
 Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin 
 When my last cd was out, you wasn’t  me
 But now that  got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like it  some disease
 But you won’t  a crumb from me
 Cause  from the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all - all  little gangstas
  you think helped mold ’em all?
 Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got 
 What you think I sold ’em 
 Cause I stay well 
 Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell 
 What cause I been in the lab wit  pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this damn  off?
 I ain’t havin that; this  the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin  that
 So give me one more  plaque
 And fuck rap! you can have  back
 So  all the madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in  habitat
 But all you savage  know that I was strapped wit gats
 When you  cuddlin a cabbage patch
 
 Chorus
 
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