🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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