🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist:  dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me, still the same o.g., but I been  key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit  cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles,  no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can finally  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 office in back of  house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let  dough freeze? hoe please
 You better bow down  both knees
  you think taught you to smoke trees?
 Who you  brought you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s,  cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The snoop 
 And the group that said mother-fuck tha 
 Gave you a tape full  dope beats
  bump when you stroll through in your hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t doin too 
 Who’s the doctor they  you to go see?
 Y’all better  up closely
 All you niggaz that said  I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are the reason that  ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all,  of y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
  are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn  back to the old me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like  got somethin to say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
 Just a bunch of 
 And motherfuckers act like they forgot about 
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say  somebody you hate (what? )
 Or anyone tryin  bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in  bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study a tape  n.w.a.!
 One day  was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an  eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off  the parkin lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck if it’s  or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park a 
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car  {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it 
  you too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin  dogs
 And when the  came through
 Me and dre  next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of gas  a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t found out  here)
 From here on  it’s the chronic 2
 Startin today and tomorrow’s  new
  I’m still loco enough
 To  you to death wit a charleston chew
  vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then  set of twin babies
 In a  benz wit the windows up
 When the  goes up to the mid 80’s
  men ladies; sorry doc but I been crazy
 There’s no way that you can save 
 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
 Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like  want somethin free
 When my last cd was out,  wasn’t bumpin me
  now that I got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like  was some disease
 But  won’t get a crumb from me
 Cause  from the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em  - all them little gangstas
 Who you think  mold ’em all?
 Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like  ain’t got none
 What you think  sold ’em all?
 Cause I  well off
 Now all  get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been in the lab wit a pen  a pad
 Tryin to get this damn label 
 I ain’t havin that; this  the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’ be nothin after 
  give me one more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you can have it 
  where’s all the madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in this 
 But all  savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin  cabbage patch
 
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 Chorus 1/2 (after music