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 about you, you homo
We still

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

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

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

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. was Whitey Ford
Before his heart attack had him on support
When house of pain was out of fame someone doused the flame
And they became to never jump around again
Or even back, when i first had heard The Knack
And you were 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, you left the room
and didn't say goodbye or
Like you was mad that else was
and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white Irish {*faggot*?}
Man I wish I was irish, I be a {*faggot*?} too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't what to do
What's up you?
I never fucked 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 you and I don't fuckin sing
And probably play guitar better, and I ain't touched 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 maybe that will help me what it's like to sing the blues

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