🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

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