🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre  eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me, still the  o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals  no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats  snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can finally afford to  my family wit groceries
 Got a crib  a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To add to the wall full of 
 Hangin up  the office in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let  dough freeze? hoe please
 You better bow  on both knees
 Who you think taught you to smoke 
 Who you think brought you  oldies?
 Eazy-e’s,  cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The snoop 
 And the group that  mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you a tape full  dope beats
 To bump when  stroll through in your hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t  too good
 Who’s the doctor  told you to go see?
 Y’all  listen up closely
 All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm 
  are the reason that dre ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t like  blow me!
 Y’all are  keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn me back to the  me
 
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 Nowadays everybody wanna talk  they 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 trouble your 
  resolve things in a bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study a tape of 
 One day I  walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward  (what you lookin at? )
  strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a  if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me  to park a dodge
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a  garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it 
 Fuck you  bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma  you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when the cops  through
 Me and  stood next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full  gas and a hand full of matches
 And still  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  set of twin babies
  a mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When the temp goes up to the  80’s
 Callin men  sorry doc but I been crazy
  no way that you can save me
 It’s okay, go with  hailey (da-da? )
 
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 [dr. dre]
  it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to me
 Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want  free
 When my last cd was  you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that  got this little company
 Everybody wanna come  me like it was some disease
 But you  get a crumb from me
 Cause I’m from  streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all - all  little gangstas
 Who you think helped  ’em all?
 Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t  none
 What you think  sold ’em all?
 Cause  stay well off
 Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre  off
 What  I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin  get this damn label off?
 I ain’t havin that; this  the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin after 
 So give  one more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you can have  back
 So where’s  the madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in  habitat
  all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
 When you were  a cabbage patch
 
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