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 of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin
We remember

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 the guitar up (picked the guitar up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the blues there no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) his boys in the house of pain (the house of pain)
It was the wisest decision he made (ever made)
But the dumbest thing he could ever do (could do)
Was try to buck a 380 on who act shady
me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

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

I back when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i when you had your first heart attack (heart attack)
I was there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)
I wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you)
Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a (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 what you gonna do (now you gonna do)

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, like before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
Before his attack had him on life support
When house of pain was out of fame like someone the flame
And they destined to never jump around again
Or even further back, when i had heard The Knack
And you were down with Syndicate, I went to get shit, man
I was it
But then you went and took your style and the shit
Now you rediculous you dickless piece of shit,
How could you me, bitch?
I you, thought you was alright for a white dude,
Sway and Tech when I came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin, then you the room
and didn't say or nothin?
Like you was mad that someone was
White and to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal your light or
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 never fucked with you, why would you with me?
Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, are you as 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 mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you
I'm you used to be, shit you was me in '92
So everytime I write a lyric, I'mma of you
And maybe that will me know what it's like to sing the blues

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