Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Timmy

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been
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 family groceries
Got a crib with a studio and all full of tracks to add to the wall
Full of plaques, hanging up in the 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 think 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 group that motherfuck the police
Gave you a full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll in your hood
And your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely, all you niggas that that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been 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 talk like they got something to say
But comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of
And act like they forgot about Dre

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

So what do you say to you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble way
Wanna resolve in a bloodier way
Then just study a of N.W.A
One day I was by
a Walkman on
When I a guy
Give me an eye
And I him up in the parking lot
With his Karl
I don't give a fuck if it's or not
I'm than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm as fuck
Right to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out two broken legs
Trying to it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the
kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
And the cops came through
Me and Dre stood to a burnt down house
With a can of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't out
From here on out the Chronic II
Starting today and anew
And I'm still loco enough to you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter then a set of babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the 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, it's okay, go with him

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

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

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something
When my last CD was out, you bumping me
But now I got this little company
Everybody come to me like it was some disease
But you get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of
I 'em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped 'em all
Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got
What you think I sold 'em all, cause I well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre off
What I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get damn label off
I ain't havin' that, is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' after
So give me one more platinum and fuck rap, you can have it back
So all the Mad Rappers at
It's like a jungle in this
But all you cats
Know I was strapped with gats
you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

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

Nowadays wanna 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