Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin

La da da, da da da, da da (repeated)

Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik
Rest in peace, we aint forget you, you fuckin homo
We remember

There once was a man who to jump around (jump around)
But he got too old to jump up and (up and down)
(so then happened?)
So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the blues there no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) Left his boys in the house of pain (the of pain)
It was the wisest decision he made (ever made)
But the dumbest he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to a 380 on those who act shady
me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

Cause I all those years
How it was when you were
I how it was, how it was when you were young
Yesterday was so ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna your old ass sing no more

I back when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember when you had first heart attack (heart attack)
I was right there when I heard the news (heard the news)
I just the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you)
Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch)
You around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich
But the dumbest he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on those who act
Tell me now you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Ford
Before his heart attack had him on life
When house of pain was out of fame like someone doused the
And they destined to never jump around again
Or further back, when i first had heard The Knack
And you were down with Syndicate, I to get your shit, man
I was it
But then you went and took your and switched the shit
Now you sound rediculous you dickless of shit,
How could you me, bitch?
I you, thought you was alright for a white dude,
Remember and Tech when I came up and sat beside you
rhymin, then you left the room
and say goodbye or nothin?
Like you was mad someone else was
White and to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish
Man I wish I was irish, I be a {*faggot*?} too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I know what to do
What's up with
I never fucked with you, why you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, are you as as me?
Plus I can sing than you and I don't fuckin sing
And probably play guitar better, and I ain't touched a string
But I mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you
I'm what you to be, shit you was me in '92
So everytime I a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that will help me know what it's like to the blues

You fuckin punk, pussy, you faggot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a 380's a fuckin gun
If you're gonna somebody use a fuckin real gun
You bitch
time say my fuckin name in a song
Don't be subliminal it
You wanna fuckin diss me, me you fuckin faggot
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, cunt