Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Dre -

Y'all me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas no cheese, no deals and no G's
No and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me cause I can finally to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the
Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house trophies
Did y'all think I'mma let my freeze, ho please
You bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to smoke 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 that said motherfuck the police
Gave you a tape full of beats
To bump when you stroll through in your
And when your album 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, are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me and turn me to the old me

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

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

So what do you say to you hate
Or tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna things in a bloodier way
Then just 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
his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a
When I'm as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car
Hopping out with two legs
Trying to it off
Fuck you too bitch, the cops
I'mma kill you and them motherfucking barking dogs
And when the cops came
Me and Dre next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of
And weren't found out
here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston
Slim Shady, then a set of twin babies
In a Benz with the windows up
When the goes up to the mid-80s
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I crazy
no way that you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailie

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

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

If it was up to me, you would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me, like you something free
When my last CD was out, you bumping me
But now I got this little company
Everybody wanna to me like it was some disease
But you get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of
I told 'em all, all little gangstas
Who you think mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I 'em all, cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre off
What cause I in the lab with a pen and a pad
to get this damn label off
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of
It ain't gonna be nothin' that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can it back
So all the Mad Rappers at
It's like a jungle in habitat
But all you cats
Know that I was strapped with
While you cuddling a Cabbage Patch

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

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

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