Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you faggot

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

Aiyo, this next is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin
We remember

once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around)
But he got too old to up and down (up and down)
(so what happened?)
So he put the mic down and picked the up (picked the guitar up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the blues like no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) Left his in the house of pain (the house of pain)
It was the wisest he ever made (ever made)
But the dumbest thing he could 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 years
How it was you were here
I remember how it was, how it was when you young
Yesterday was so ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass no more

I remember when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember when you had your first heart (heart attack)
I was right there when I heard the news (heard the news)
I just wish the would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you)
Maybe 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 a 380 on those who act shady
Tell me now you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
Before his attack had him on life 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, when i first had The Knack
And you were with Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man
I was it
But then you and took your style and switched the shit
Now you rediculous you dickless piece of shit,
How could you me, bitch?
I liked you, you was alright for a white dude,
Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat you
Started rhymin, then you left the
and didn't say goodbye or
Like you was mad that someone was
White and tried to rhyme or
I'm sorry man, I wasn't to steal your light or nothin
But a homosexual, white rappin Irish {*faggot*?}
Man I wish I was irish, I could be a too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't what to do
up with you?
I never fucked with you, why you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap around you, what, are you as nuts as me?
Plus I can sing better than you and I fuckin sing
And probably play guitar better, and I 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 everytime I a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that will me know what it's like to sing the blues

You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy,
And by the way, a 380's a sissy gun
If gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin real gun
You bitch
Next time say my 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