Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin

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

Aiyo, next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we aint 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 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 house of (the house of pain)
It was the decision he ever made (ever made)
But the dumbest he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on those who act
me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

Cause I remember all those
How it was when you were
I remember how it was, how it was when you were
was so long ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit came along now
Don't wanna hear your old ass sing no more

I remember back 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 just wish the cardiac murdered you (would'a murdered you)
Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch)
You come around when broke and you leave when you're rich
But the thing he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on who act shady
me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
Before his heart attack had him on support
house of pain was out of fame like someone doused the flame
And they became destined to never around again
Or even further back, i first had heard The Knack
And you were down with Syndicate, I to get your shit, man
I was it
But then you went and took your and switched the shit
Now you sound rediculous you dickless of shit,
How could you diss me,
I you, thought you was alright for a white dude,
Remember Sway and Tech I came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin, you left the room
and didn't say goodbye or
Like you was mad that else was
White and to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I tryin to steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish
Man I wish I was irish, I be a {*faggot*?} too
Then I'd be as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up with
I fucked with you, why would 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 don't sing
And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never 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 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 sissy gun
If you're gonna somebody use a fuckin real gun
You little
Next say my fuckin name in a song
Don't be subliminal it
You wanna diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot
You fuckin punk, pussy, you little bitch, fuckin cunt