Luyện nghe bài hát Forget About Dre

Y'all know me, the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these with 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 afford to provide my family with
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 knees, who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think 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 through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too
Who's the Doctor 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 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 keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me

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

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

So what do you say to somebody you
Or anyone tryna bring your way
Wanna things in a bloodier way
Then study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was by
a Walkman on
When I a guy
me an awkward eye
And I him up in the parking lot
With his Kani
I don't a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna a Dodge
When I'm as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a garage
Hopping out two broken legs
to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, the cops
I'mma you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
And when the cops through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down
With a can full of gas and a full of matches
And weren't found out
here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston
Slim Shady, hotter then a set of babies
In a Mercedes Benz the windows up
the temp 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 wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they 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 their lips
Just a bunch of
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 CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this company
Everybody come to me like it was some disease
But you get a crumb from me
I'm from the streets of Compton
I told 'em all, all little gangstas
Who you helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run talking bout guns like I ain't got none
you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre off
cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this label off
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of
It ain't gonna be after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and rap, you can have it back
So all the Mad Rappers at
It's like a jungle in habitat
But all you savage
that I was strapped with gats
While you were a Cabbage Patch

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

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 forgot about Dre

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