🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Forgot about Dre - Eminem

 Artist:  dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
 Y’all know me, still the  o.g., but I been low key
 Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no 
 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 it’s  full of tracks
 To add  the wall full of plaques
 Hangin up in the office in back of my house like 
 Did y’all think i’ma let my dough freeze? hoe 
 You  bow down on both knees
 Who you think taught  to smoke trees?
 Who  think brought you the oldies?
  ice cube’s, and d.o.c’s
 The  d-o-double-g’s
 And the group that said mother-fuck  police
 Gave you a tape full of dope 
 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 better listen up 
 All you niggaz that  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  like me, blow me!
 Y’all  gonna keep fuckin around wit me
 And turn  back to the old me
 
  eminem (repeat 2x)
 
 Nowadays  wanna talk like they got somethin to say
 But nothin comes out when they move  lips;
  a bunch of gibberish
 And  act like they forgot about dre
 
 [eminem]
 So what  you say to somebody you hate (what? )
 Or  tryin to bring trouble your way?
 Wanna resolve things in a bloodier  (yup)
 Then just  a tape of n.w.a.!
 One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a 
 Give me an  eye (what you lookin at? )
 And strangled him off in the parkin lot,  his karl kani
 I don’t give a fuck if  dark or not
 I’m harder than me tryin to park a 
 When I’m  as fuck
 Right next to a humungous truck in a  garage {*crunch*}
 Hoppin out  two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
 Fuck  too bitch, call the cops!
 I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin  dogs
 And  the cops came through
 Me and dre stood  to a burnt down house
 Wit a can  of gas and a hand full of matches
 And still weren’t found  (right here)
  here on out it’s the chronic 2
 Startin today and tomorrow’s  new
 And I’m  loco enough
 To choke you to death  a charleston chew
 {*eminem’s vocal 
 Slim shady - hotter then a set  twin babies
  a mercedes benz wit the windows up
 When the temp goes up to the  80’s
 Callin men ladies; sorry doc but  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  stop comin up to me
 Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin 
 When my last cd was out, you wasn’t  me
 But now that  got this little company
 Everybody wanna  to me like it was some disease
 But you won’t get a crumb  me
 Cause I’m from the streets  (compton, compton)
  told em all - all them little gangstas
 Who you think helped mold ’em 
 Now you wanna run around talkin bout  like I ain’t got none
 What you think I sold  all?
 Cause I stay well 
 Now all I  is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
 What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and  pad
 Tryin to get  damn label off?
 I ain’t havin that; this  the millenium of aftermath
 It ain’t gon’  nothin after that
 So give me one  platinum plaque
 And fuck  you can have it back
 So where’s all the madd rappers 
 It’s like a  in this habitat
 But all you  cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
 When  were cuddlin a cabbage patch
 
 Chorus
 
 Chorus 1/2 (after  ends)