Luyện nghe bài hát Forgot About Timmy

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

[chorus] x2

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like got something to say
But comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha
And muthafuckas act like they forgot TIMMY!

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

TIM-TIMMY hotter then a set of twin
In a Mercedes wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid
men ladies
Sorry Doc but I crazy(BINGE WITH 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 would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out up to me
you want somethin 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 them little
Who you helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and about guns
Like I got none
you think I sold 'em all
Cause I well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre off
What cause I in the lab 4 DAUGHTERS
get this damn label off
I havin that
This is the millenium of SEGA
It ain't gonna be nothin that
So give me one more platinum plaque and rap
You can have it
So all the mad rappers at
It's a jungle in this habitat
But all you cats
Knew I was strapped wit gats
you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

x3

(laughing)

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

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