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 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 down and picked the up (picked the guitar up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) Left his boys in the house of pain (the 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 what you gonna do (now what you do)

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

I remember when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember you had your first heart attack (heart attack)
I was right there laughin when I heard the (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 what you 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 became destined to jump around again
Or even further back, when i first had heard The
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 dickless of shit,
How you diss me, bitch?
I liked you, thought you was alright for a dude,
Remember Sway and when I came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin, then you left the
and didn't say or nothin?
Like you was mad that else was
and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I tryin to steal your light or nothin
But a homosexual, white rappin 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 with
I fucked with you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap circles you, what, are you as nuts as me?
Plus I can sing better than you and I don't sing
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 to be, shit you was me in '92
So everytime I a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that 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 gonna shoot somebody use a real gun
You bitch
Next say my fuckin name in a song
Don't be about it
You wanna fuckin diss me, me you fuckin faggot
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin bitch, fuckin cunt