🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

  dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me,  the same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no 
  wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can finally afford to  my family wit groceries
 Got a crib wit a studio  it’s all full of tracks
 To add to the  full of plaques
 Hangin up in the  in back of my house like trophies
 Did  think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
 You better  down on both knees
 Who you think taught you  smoke trees?
 Who  think brought you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s, ice cube’s,  d.o.c’s
  snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the  that said mother-fuck tha police
  you a tape full of dope beats
 To bump when you  through in your hood
 And when your album sales  doin too good
  the doctor they told you to go see?
 Y’all  listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or  firm flopped
 Y’all  the reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all;  y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna keep  around wit me
 And turn me back to  old me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like  got somethin to say
 But nothin  out when they move their lips;
  a bunch of gibberish
 And  act like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what  you say to somebody you hate (what? )
 Or anyone tryin to bring  your way?
 Wanna resolve things in  bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study a  of n.w.a.!
 One day I was  by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
  me an awkward eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in  parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I  give a fuck if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park a 
  I’m drunk as fuck
 Right next to a humungous  in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
  out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck  too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you  them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me  dre stood next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas and a hand full  matches
 And still weren’t found  (right here)
 From here  out it’s the chronic 2
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And  still loco enough
 To choke you to death  a charleston chew
  vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then  set of twin babies
 In  mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When  temp goes up to the mid 80’s
  men ladies; sorry doc but I been crazy
 There’s  way that you can save me
 It’s okay, go with him hailey (da-da? 
 
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 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would  comin up to me
 Wit  hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd was out, you  bumpin me
 But now that I got this little 
 Everybody wanna come  me like it was some disease
  you won’t get a crumb from me
 Cause I’m from the  of (compton, compton)
 I told em all -  them little gangstas
 Who you think helped  ’em all?
 Now you  run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What  think I sold ’em all?
 Cause I stay  off
 Now all I get  hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause  been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get  damn label off?
  ain’t havin that; this is the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin  that
 So give me  more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap!  can have it back
  where’s all the madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in this 
 But all you savage cats, know that  was strapped wit gats
 When you were  a cabbage patch
 
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