Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin

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

Aiyo, this next song is 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 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 the blues like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) Left his boys in the of pain (the house of pain)
It was the decision he ever made (ever made)
But the thing he could ever 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 all those years
How it was when you were
I how it was, how it was when you were young
was so long ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass no more

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

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey
Before his heart had him on life support
When house of pain was out of like someone doused the flame
And they destined to never jump around again
Or further back, when i first had heard The Knack
And you were down Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man
I was it
But then you went and took your style and the shit
Now you sound rediculous you piece of shit,
How could you diss me,
I you, thought 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 say goodbye or nothin?
Like you was mad that someone was
and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal your 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?
Knowin I could rap circles you, what, are you as nuts as me?
I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing
And play 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 I write a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that will help me know what it's like to sing the

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