Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin'

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Aiyo, next song is
Dedicated to the memory of Shrody
in peace, we ain't forget
About you, you homo
We still

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

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

Like no tomorrow
(No tomorrow, on)
Left his boys in the 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 those who act
Tell me now, what you do?
(Now you gonna do?)

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

was so long ago
(Long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit
Came along now, nobody
Wanna your old ass sing no more

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

I was right laughin'
I heard the news
(Heard the news)
I wish the cardiac
Would'a you
(Would'a you)

Maybe right
You are a
(You are a bitch)
You come when you're broke
And you leave when you're

But the dumbest thing he ever do
(Could do)
Was try to buck a
On those who act
me now, what you gonna do?
(Now what you do?)

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

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

Remember in '94, like right before
Ms. Everlast was Ford
Before his attack had him on life support
When of pain was out of fame
Like someone the flame
And they became destined to jump around again

Or even further back, when I first had heard The
And you down with Syndicate
I went to get your shit, man I was it
But you went and took your style and switched 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 white
Sway and Tech
When I up and sat beside you
Started rhymin', then you the room
And didn't say or nothin'?

Like you was mad someone else was
White and to rhyme or somethin'
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin' to steal your or nothin'
But a homosexual, white rappin' Irish fagot
Man I wish I was Irish, I be a fagot too

I'd be confused as you
And I wouldn't know to do
up with you?
I fucked with you
Why would you fuck me?

I could rap circles around you
What, are you as as me?
Plus I can better than you
And I don't sing
And play guitar better
And I ain't never touched a

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 time I write a lyric, I'ma think of you
And that will help me know
What it's to sing the blues

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

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

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

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

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

You bitch
time say
My fuckin' in a song
Don't be about it

You fuckin' diss me
Diss me you fagot
You fuckin' punk,
You little bitch, fuckin' cunt