🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. 
 Y’all know me, still  same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no  and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats no  and no ski’s
 Mad at me cause I can  afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got a crib wit a studio  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 my dough freeze? hoe 
 You better bow down  both knees
  you think taught you to smoke trees?
  you think brought you the oldies?
  ice cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The snoop 
 And the group that  mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you a tape full of dope 
 To bump when you  through in your hood
 And when your  sales wasn’t doin too good
 Who’s the doctor they  you to go see?
 Y’all better listen  closely
  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,  of y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are  keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn me  to the old me
 
 Chorus:  (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like  got somethin to say
 But nothin  out when they move their lips;
 Just a  of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act like  forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
  what do you say to somebody you hate (what? )
 Or anyone  to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna  things in a bloodier way? (yup)
  just study a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day  was 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  dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park  dodge
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right next to  humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two  legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck  too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you  them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when the cops came 
 Me and dre stood  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 out it’s the chronic 
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And I’m  loco enough
 To choke  to death wit a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s vocal 
 Slim  - hotter then a set of twin babies
 In a mercedes benz  the windows up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies; sorry doc but  been crazy
 There’s  way that you can save me
 It’s okay, go with him hailey (da-da? 
 
 Chorus
 
 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up to 
 Wit your hands out  up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last  was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I got this little 
 Everybody wanna come to  like it was some disease
 But you won’t get a  from me
 Cause I’m from the streets of  compton)
  told em all - all them little gangstas
 Who you think helped mold  all?
  you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think I sold  all?
 Cause  stay well off
 Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell 
  cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get  damn label off?
 I  havin that; this is the millenium of aftermath
 It  gon’ be nothin after that
 So give me  more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you  have it back
 So where’s all the madd rappers 
 It’s like a jungle in this 
 But all you savage cats,  that I was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin a cabbage 
 
 Chorus
 
 Chorus 1/2 (after music