Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin

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

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

There was a man who liked to jump around (jump around)
But he got too old to up and down (up and down)
(so then happened?)
So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the up)
(and he what?)
singin the blues like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) his boys in the house of pain (the house of pain)
It was the decision he ever made (ever made)
But the dumbest thing he could 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)

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

I remember back you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember when you had your heart attack (heart attack)
I was right laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)
I just wish the cardiac murdered you (would'a murdered you)
Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch)
You come around when you're broke and you 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 do (now what you gonna do)

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
his heart attack had him on life support
When house of pain was out of fame like doused the flame
And they became destined to never jump again
Or even further back, when i first had heard The
And you down with Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man
I was it
But you went 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 Sway and Tech when I up and sat beside you
Started rhymin, then you left the
and say goodbye or nothin?
Like you was mad someone else was
and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't to steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, rappin Irish {*faggot*?}
Man I wish I was irish, I be a {*faggot*?} too
I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up you?
I fucked with you, why would you fuck with me?
I could rap circles around you, what, are you as nuts as me?
Plus I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin
And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never a string
But I ain't mad at you, I'd me too if I was you
I'm what you used to be, you was me in '92
So everytime I write a lyric, think of you
And that will help me know what it's like to sing the blues

You punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a a fuckin sissy gun
If you're shoot somebody use a fuckin real gun
You bitch
Next say my fuckin name in a song
be subliminal about it
You wanna fuckin diss me, me you fuckin faggot
You punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt