Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Dre

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I low-key
Hated on by these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my with groceries
Got a with a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall
Full of plaques, up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'mma let my freeze, ho please
You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to trees
Who you brought you the oldies
Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
The D-O-double-G's
And the group that said the police
Gave you a tape full of beats
To bump when you through in your hood
And your album sales wasn't doing too good
the Doctor they told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely, all you niggas that said that I pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre been getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got to say
But nothing comes out when move their lips
a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they about Dre

Nowadays wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out they move their lips
a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to you hate
Or anyone tryna trouble your way
resolve things in a bloodier way
Then study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was by
a Walkman on
When I a guy
Give me an eye
And I strangled him up in the lot
With his Kani
I don't give a fuck if dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna a Dodge
When I'm drunk as
Right next to a humongous in a two-car garage
Hopping out two broken legs
Trying to it off
you too bitch, call the cops
I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking dogs
And the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down
With a can of gas and a hand full of matches
And weren't found out
From on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter then a set of babies
In a Benz with the windows up
When the goes up to the mid-80s
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been
There's no way that you can save me, okay, go with him Hailie

everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But comes out when they move their lips
a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like got something to say
But nothing comes out when move their lips
a bunch of gibberish
And act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers stop coming up to me
With your hands out up to me, like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't me
But now that I got this company
Everybody wanna to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a from me
I'm from the streets of Compton
I told 'em all, all them gangstas
Who you think mold 'em all
Now you wanna run talking bout guns like I ain't got none
you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate all day saying Dre fell off
cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn off
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of
It ain't gonna be nothin' after
So give me one more platinum plaque and rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad at
like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage
Know that I was strapped with
While you were a Cabbage Patch

everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing out when they move their lips
Just a of gibberish
And act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they their lips
Just a bunch of
And motherfuckers act like they forgot Dre

Nowadays everybody talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when move their lips
Just a bunch of
And act like they forgot about Dre