Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you faggot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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