🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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