🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre f/  dre]
 Y’all know me, still  same o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by  these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels  no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski’s
 Mad at me  I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
 Got a  wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
 To add  the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up  the office in back of my house like trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe 
 You better bow down on  knees
 Who  think taught you to smoke trees?
 Who you think  you the oldies?
 Eazy-e’s,  cube’s, and d.o.c’s
  snoop d-o-double-g’s
 And  group that said mother-fuck tha police
 Gave you a tape full  dope beats
 To bump when you stroll through in your 
 And when your album sales wasn’t  too good
 Who’s the doctor they told you to  see?
 Y’all better listen  closely
 All  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, all  y’all; if y’all don’t like me, blow me!
 Y’all are gonna keep fuckin around wit 
 And turn me  to the old me
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like  got somethin to say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
 Just  bunch of gibberish
 And motherfuckers  like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say  somebody you hate (what? )
 Or  tryin 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  walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me  awkward eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the  lot, wit his karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or 
 I’m harder than me tryin  park a dodge
 When I’m drunk  fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a  garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit  broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you  bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you and  loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when the  came through
 Me and dre stood  to a burnt down house
 Wit a can full of  and a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t  out (right here)
 From  on out it’s the chronic 2
  today and tomorrow’s the new
 And  still loco enough
 To  you to death wit a charleston chew
  vocal turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter then a set  twin babies
 In a  benz wit the windows up
 When the temp goes up to the  80’s
 Callin men ladies;  doc but I been crazy
 There’s  way that you can save me
 It’s okay,  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  lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd was out,  wasn’t bumpin me
 But now  I got this little company
 Everybody wanna come to me like it was  disease
 But you won’t  a crumb from me
 Cause I’m from  streets of (compton, compton)
  told em all - all them little gangstas
 Who you  helped mold ’em all?
 Now you wanna  around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
  you think I sold ’em all?
 Cause  stay well off
 Now all I  is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been  the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this  label off?
 I ain’t havin that; this is the millenium  aftermath
 It ain’t  be nothin after that
 So  me one more platinum plaque
 And fuck  you can have it back
 So where’s  the madd rappers at?
  like a jungle in this habitat
 But all you savage cats, know that I  strapped wit gats
 When you  cuddlin a cabbage patch
 
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 Chorus 1/2 (after music