🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr.  f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me, still  same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated  by most 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  I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got a crib wit a studio and it’s all full of 
 To  to the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the office  back of my house like trophies
  y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
 You  bow down on both knees
 Who you think taught you to  trees?
 Who you think brought  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  police
 Gave you a tape  of dope beats
 To bump when you  through in your hood
 And when your album  wasn’t doin too good
 Who’s the  they told you to go see?
  better listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the  flopped
 Y’all are the reason that  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 gonna  fuckin around wit me
 And  me back to the old me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to 
 But nothin comes out when  move their lips;
  a bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act like they forgot  dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to somebody you  (what? )
 Or anyone tryin to bring trouble  way?
 Wanna resolve things in a  way? (yup)
 Then just  a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day  was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward eye (what you  at? )
  strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t  a fuck if it’s 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  legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too bitch, call  cops!
 I’ma kill you  them loud 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  weren’t found out (right here)
 From here on out it’s  chronic 2
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And I’m  loco enough
 To  you to death wit a charleston chew
  vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then a set  twin babies
 In a mercedes benz wit the  up
 When the temp goes up to the mid 
 Callin men ladies;  doc but I been crazy
 There’s no  that you can save me
 It’s okay,  with him hailey (da-da? )
 
 Chorus
 
 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop  up to me
 Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want  free
 When my  cd was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now  I got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like it was some 
 But  won’t get a crumb from me
 Cause I’m from  streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all - all  little gangstas
 Who you  helped mold ’em all?
 Now  wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
  you think I sold ’em all?
 Cause  stay well off
 Now all I get is hate mail all day  dre fell off
 What cause  been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to  this damn label off?
 I ain’t havin that;  is the millenium of aftermath
  ain’t gon’ be nothin after that
 So give me one  platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you  have it back
 So where’s  the madd rappers at?
  like a jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know  I was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin a  patch
 
 Chorus
 
 Chorus 1/2 (after music