Luyện nghe bài hát Forget About Dre

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I low-key
Hated on by most these with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of to add to the wall
of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
You better bow down on both knees, who you taught you to smoke trees
Who you think 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 stroll in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too
Who's the they told you to go see
Y'all listen up closely, all you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me and me back to the old me

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

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

So what do you say to you hate
Or anyone tryna bring your way
Wanna resolve in a bloodier way
Then study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was by
a Walkman on
When I a guy
me an awkward eye
And I him up in the parking lot
his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if dark or not
I'm harder me tryna park a Dodge
I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a garage
Hopping out two broken legs
to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, the cops
I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking dogs
And when the cops came
Me and Dre stood next to a down house
With a can of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't out
here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter a set of twin babies
In a Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I crazy
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
Just a of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot Dre

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

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

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

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