Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you faggot

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

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

There once was a man who 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 up (picked the guitar up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the 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 thing he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on those who act
Tell me now what you gonna do (now you gonna do)

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

I back when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember when you had first heart attack (heart attack)
I was right there laughin when I 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 dumbest he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on who act shady
Tell me now you gonna do (now what 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 life
When house of pain was out of fame like someone the flame
And they became destined to never jump around
Or even further back, when i first had 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 you diss me, bitch?
I liked you, thought you was alright for a dude,
Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat you
Started rhymin, you left the room
and say goodbye or nothin?
Like you was mad that someone was
White and tried to rhyme or
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal your or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish
Man I wish I was irish, I could be a too
Then I'd be as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up with
I never fucked with you, why you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, are you as 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 I write a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe will help me know what it's like to sing the blues

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