🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist: dr. dre f/  dre]
 Y’all know me, still the  o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these  wit no cheese, no deals and no g’s
 No wheels and no  no boats no snowmobiles, and 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 to  wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the office in back of my house  trophies
 Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe 
 You  bow down on both knees
 Who you think  you to smoke trees?
 Who  think brought 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
  you a tape full of dope beats
 To bump when you stroll through in your 
 And  your album sales wasn’t doin too good
 Who’s the doctor they told you  go see?
 Y’all  listen up closely
 All you niggaz that  that I turned pop, or the firm flopped
 Y’all are the reason that  ain’t been gettin no sleep
 So fuck y’all, all of y’all; if y’all don’t  me, blow me!
 Y’all  gonna keep fuckin around wit me
  turn me back to the old me
 
 Chorus: eminem (repeat 
 
 Nowadays everybody wanna talk  they got somethin to say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
 Just a bunch  gibberish
 And motherfuckers act like they forgot about 
 
 [eminem]
 So what do you say to somebody you hate  )
 Or anyone tryin to  trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? 
 Then just study a tape  n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by,  a walkman on, when I caught a guy
 Give me an  eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl 
 I don’t  a fuck if it’s dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park  dodge
 When I’m  as fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a  garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out wit  broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck you too bitch,  the cops!
 I’ma kill you and them loud  motherfuckin barkin dogs
 And when  cops came through
 Me and  stood next to a burnt down house
 Wit a can  of gas and 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  new
 And I’m still loco 
 To  you to death wit a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s  turntable*}
 Slim shady - hotter  a set of twin babies
 In a mercedes benz wit  windows up
 When the temp goes up  the mid 80’s
 Callin men ladies;  doc but I been crazy
 There’s no  that you can save me
 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 to 
 Wit your  out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
 When my last cd was out,  wasn’t bumpin me
 But now that I got this  company
 Everybody wanna come to  like it was some disease
 But you won’t  a crumb from me
 Cause  from the streets of (compton, compton)
 I told em all  all them little gangstas
 Who you think helped mold ’em 
  you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain’t got none
 What you think  sold ’em all?
  I stay well off
 Now all I get is hate mail all day  dre fell off
 What cause I  in the lab wit a pen and a pad
 Tryin to get this damn label 
 I ain’t havin that; this is the  of aftermath
  ain’t gon’ be nothin after that
 So give me one more platinum 
 And fuck rap! you can have  back
 So  all the madd rappers at?
 It’s like a jungle in  habitat
 But all you  cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
 When you were cuddlin a cabbage 
 
 Chorus
 
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