🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr.  f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me,  the same o.g., but I been low key
  on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels  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 wit a  and it’s all full of tracks
 To add to the wall full of 
 Hangin up in the office in  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  to smoke trees?
 Who you think  you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s, ice cube’s, and 
 The snoop 
 And the group that said mother-fuck tha 
 Gave you a  full of dope beats
 To  when you stroll through in your hood
 And  your album sales wasn’t doin too good
 Who’s the doctor they  you to go see?
 Y’all better listen up 
  you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are  reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all  y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna  fuckin around wit me
 And turn me back to  old me
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays  wanna talk like they got somethin to say
 But  comes out when they move their lips;
 Just  bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers  like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to somebody you  (what? )
 Or anyone tryin to bring trouble  way?
 Wanna resolve  in a bloodier way? (yup)
  just study a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I  walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward eye (what you  at? )
 And strangled him off in the  lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck if it’s dark  not
 I’m harder  me tryin to park a dodge
 When I’m  as fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in  two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it 
  you too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you and them loud  motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me and dre  next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas and a hand full  matches
 And still weren’t found out  here)
 From here on out it’s the chronic 
 Startin today and  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  the windows up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin  ladies; sorry doc but I been crazy
  no way that you can save me
 It’s  go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
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 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up  me
  your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd was out,  wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I got this little 
 Everybody wanna come to me like it was  disease
  you won’t get a crumb from me
  I’m from the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all - all them little 
 Who you think helped mold ’em 
 Now you wanna run around  bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think I sold ’em 
 Cause I stay  off
 Now  I 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  damn label off?
 I  havin that; this is the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin  that
 So  me one more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you can have  back
 So where’s all the  rappers at?
 It’s like  jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that  was strapped wit gats
  you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
 
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