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 of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we forget about you, you fuckin homo
We still

There once was a man who liked to jump (jump around)
But he got too old to up and down (up and down)
(so then happened?)
So he put the mic and picked the guitar 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 (the house of pain)
It was the wisest decision he ever (ever made)
But the dumbest thing he 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 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 came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no

I remember when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember when you had first heart attack (heart attack)
I was there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)
I just wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a you)
Maybe 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 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 what you 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 like someone doused the flame
And they became destined to never jump again
Or even further back, i first had heard The Knack
And you down with Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man
I was it
But then you went and took style and switched the shit
Now you sound rediculous you piece of shit,
How you diss me, bitch?
I you, thought you was alright for a white dude,
Remember and Tech when I came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin, you left the room
and didn't say or nothin?
Like you was mad someone else was
and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't to steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin {*faggot*?}
Man I wish I was irish, I be a {*faggot*?} too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I know 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?
Plus I can sing than you and I don't fuckin sing
And probably guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string
But I mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you
I'm what you 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 the blues

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