Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Timmy

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 wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no
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 tracks to add to the
Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house trophies
Did think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to smoke
Who you think you the oldies
Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
The Snoop
And the group that motherfuck the police
Gave you a tape full of beats
To bump when you stroll in your hood
And when your album sales 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 don't 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 got something to say
But nothing comes out when they their lips
Just a bunch of
And motherfuckers act like they forgot Dre

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

So do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble way
Wanna resolve things in a way
Then just study a of N.W.A
One day I was by
With a on
I caught a guy
Give me an eye
And I strangled him up in the lot
With his Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's or not
I'm harder me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as
Right next to a humongous truck in a garage
out with two broken legs
Trying to it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the
I'mma you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
And when the cops through
Me and Dre stood to a burnt down house
With a can of gas and a hand full of matches
And weren't found out
From here on out the Chronic II
Starting and tomorrow's 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 Mercedes Benz the windows up
When the goes up to the mid-80s
men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me, it's okay, go him Hailie

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

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop up to me
your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't me
But now I got this little company
wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb me
Cause I'm from the of Compton
I 'em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around talking bout guns I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all, 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
Tryin' to get this label off
I ain't that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' after
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 that I was strapped with
While you were a Cabbage Patch

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

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

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