🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre  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,  deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and  ski’s
  at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
  a crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To add to  wall full of plaques
 Hangin up  the office in back of my house like trophies
  y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe please
 You better bow down on both 
 Who you think taught  to smoke trees?
 Who you think  you the oldies?
  ice cube’s, and d.o.c’s
  snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And the  that said mother-fuck tha police
 Gave  a tape full of dope beats
  bump when you stroll through in your hood
 And when your album sales wasn’t doin too 
 Who’s the doctor they told you to  see?
  better 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 gonna keep  around wit me
 And turn me  to the old me
 
 Chorus: eminem  2x)
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got  to say
 But nothin comes out  they move their lips;
 Just  bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers act like  forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So  do you say to somebody you hate (what? )
 Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your 
 Wanna resolve  in a bloodier way? (yup)
 Then just study  tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on,  I caught a guy
 Give me an awkward eye (what you  at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl 
 I don’t give  fuck if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me  to park a dodge
 When I’m drunk  fuck
  next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk  off
 Fuck  too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you  them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me and dre stood next to a burnt  house
 Wit a can  of gas and a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t  out (right here)
  here on out it’s the chronic 2
 Startin today  tomorrow’s the new
 And I’m still  enough
 To choke you to death  a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s vocal 
 Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin 
 In  mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When the temp  up to the mid 80’s
 Callin men  sorry doc but I been crazy
 There’s no  that you can save me
  okay, go with him hailey (da-da? )
 
 Chorus
 
 [dr. dre]
 If it was up to me, you muh’fuckers would stop comin up  me
 Wit  hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last  was out, you wasn’t bumpin me
 But now  I got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like it was  disease
 But you won’t get a  from me
 Cause I’m from  streets of (compton, compton)
 I told  all - all them little gangstas
  you think helped mold ’em all?
 Now you wanna  around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
  you think I sold ’em all?
 Cause I stay well 
 Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell 
 What cause  been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
  to get this damn label off?
 I ain’t  that; this is the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t  be nothin after that
  give me one more platinum plaque
 And fuck rap! you can  it back
  where’s all the madd rappers at?
  like a jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that  was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin a cabbage 
 
 Chorus
 
 Chorus 1/2 (after music