Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Timmy

Ya'll know me the same ol' TIMMY!
But I low key
Hated on by most niggas
Wit no cheese, no and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no and no ski's
Mad at me
I can afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house trophies
But think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho
You better bow down on knees
Who you think taught you to smoke
Who you think brought you the
Eazy-E's Ice and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that GO TIMMY GO!
Gave you a tape of dope beats
To bump you stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales doin too good
Who's the doc that he you to go see
Ya'll better up closely
All you niggas that said that I pop
Or the Firm
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't getting no sega dreamcast
So fuck all of ya'll
If ya'll don't me blow me
Ya'll are gonna fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to a giant chicken half squirrel

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everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin out when they move they lips
Just a gibberish
And muthafuckas act they forgot about TIMMY!

So what do you say to somebody you (what)
Or tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna things in a bloodier way
Then just your tape of TIMMY!
One day I was by
Wit a on
When I caught a guy givin me an eye (what you lookin' at)
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Kani (*kkk*)
I don't give a fuck if dark or not
I'm than me tryna park a Dodge
But I'm as fuck
Right to a giant half chicken half squirrel in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too call the cops
kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
And when the came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt house
Wit a can full of gas and a dreamcast
And still were'nt out (RIGHT HERE)
From here on out it's the 2
Startin today and the new
And I'm still enough
To choke you to wit a Charleston chew

TIM-TIMMY hotter then a set of babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the up
And the temp up to the mid 80's
Callin men
Sorry Doc but I been crazy(BINGE TIMMY!)
is no way that you can save me
It's ok go him Hailey TIMMY!

x2

[Dr
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out up to me
Like you want free
When my last cd was out you wasn't me
But now that I new company
Everybody come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb me
Cause I'm MONTREAL
I em all
All little gangstas
Who you helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run and talk about guns
Like I ain't got
you think I sold 'em all
Cause I well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre off
cause I been in the lab 4 DAUGHTERS
Tryna get this damn off
I ain't havin
is the millenium of SEGA DREAMCAST
It gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and rap
You can it back
So all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this
But all you cats
Knew I was strapped wit gats
When you cuddled wit cabbage patch

x3

(laughing)

Oh dude! THAT IS TITS!! I MEAN THAT'S BIG FAT OPRAH RIGHT THTERE!

Parker]
I Was, ya know, I was just acting, ya know, I no idea