Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Dre -

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I low-key
on by most 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 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 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 brought you the
Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
The Snoop
And the group that motherfuck the police
Gave you a tape of dope beats
To bump you stroll through in your hood
And when album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the they told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely, all you niggas that said I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the 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 me back to the old me

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

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

So what do you say to you hate
Or anyone tryna trouble 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
Give me an eye
And I strangled him up in the lot
With his Kani
I don't a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder me tryna park a Dodge
I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two legs
Trying to it off
you too bitch, call the cops
I'mma kill you and them motherfucking barking dogs
And when the cops through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down
With a can of gas and a hand full of matches
And still found out
here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow's
And I'm still loco enough to you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz the windows up
When the temp up to the mid-80s
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been
no way that you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailie

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

Nowadays everybody wanna talk they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their
Just a bunch of
And motherfuckers act like they 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 something free
When my last CD was out, you bumping me
But now that I got this company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was disease
But you get a crumb from me
Cause I'm the streets of Compton
I told 'em all, all them gangstas
Who you helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around talking bout like 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 I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this label off
I havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It gonna be nothin' after that
So me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
So all the Mad Rappers at
like a jungle in this habitat
But all you cats
that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddling a Cabbage

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

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

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