Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin'

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Aiyo, this song is
to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we forget
About you, you homo
We still

There was a man
Who liked to jump
(Jump around)
But he got too old to jump up and
(Up and down)
(So then happened?)

So he put the mic
And the guitar up
(Picked the up)
(And he what?)
singin' the blues

Like there's no
(No tomorrow, on)
Left his in the house of pain
(The of pain)

It was the wisest he ever made
(Ever made)
But the dumbest thing he could do
(Could do)

Was try to buck a
On who act Shady
Tell me now, what you 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

Yesterday was so ago
(Long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit
Came now, don't nobody
Wanna hear old ass sing no more

I remember back you had
The
(Had the knack)
And I when you had
Your first attack
(Heart attack)

I was there laughin'
I heard the news
(Heard the news)
I just the cardiac
Would'a you
(Would'a you)

Maybe Ice-T's
You are a
(You are a bitch)
You come around you're broke
And you when you're rich

But the dumbest he could ever do
(Could do)
Was try to a three-eighty
On who act Shady
Tell me now, what you do?
(Now what you do?)

'Cause I remember all those
How it was when you were
I how it was
How it was when you were

Yesterday was so ago
(Long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit
Came along now, don't
hear your old ass sing no more

Remember in '94, like right before
Ms. Everlast was Whitey
his heart attack had him on life support
When of pain was out of fame
Like someone doused the
And they became to never jump around again

Or even further back, when I first had heard The
And you were down Syndicate
I went to get shit, man I was into it
But then you went and took your style and the shit
Now you sound ridiculous you dick less of shit,
How could you me, bitch?

I liked you, thought you was alright for a dude
Remember and Tech
I came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin', you left the room
And didn't say or nothin'?

Like you was mad that else was
White and tried to or somethin'
I'm sorry man, I wasn't to steal your light or nothin'
But you're a homosexual, white Irish fagot
Man I I was Irish, I could be a fagot too

I'd be confused as you
And I wouldn't what to do
What's up you?
I never with you
Why would you with me?

Knowin' I rap circles around you
What, are you as as me?
I can sing better than you
And I fuckin' sing
And probably play better
And I ain't never touched a

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 every time I write a lyric, think of you
And maybe that help me know
What it's like to the blues

I remember all those years
How it was when you here
I how it was
How it was when you young

was so long ago
(Long ago)
Kid and Limp Bizkit
Came along now, don't
Wanna your old ass sing no more

'Cause I remember all years
How it was when you here
I how it was
How it was you were young

was so long ago
(Long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp
Came along now, don't
Wanna hear your old ass sing no

You punk, pussy
You fagot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a three-eighty's a fuckin' gun
If you're shoot somebody use a fuckin' real gun

You little
Next say
My name in a song
be subliminal about it

You wanna fuckin' me
me you fuckin' fagot
You punk, pussy
You fuckin' little bitch, fuckin'