Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fuckin'

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Aiyo, this song is
Dedicated to the of Erik Shrody
in peace, we ain't 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?)
Started singin' the

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

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

Was try to a three-eighty
On who act Shady
Tell me now, you gonna do?
(Now what you do?)

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

Yesterday was so ago
(Long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp
Came along now, nobody
Wanna hear old ass sing no more

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remember back in '94, like right
Ms. was Whitey Ford
Before his heart attack had him on support
When house of pain was out of
Like doused the flame
And they became destined to never jump around

Or even further back, I first had heard The Knack
And you down with 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 you dick less piece of shit,
How could you diss me,

I you, thought you was alright for a white dude
Sway and Tech
When I up and sat beside you
Started rhymin', you left 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 tryin' to steal your light 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 know what to do
What's up you?
I fucked with you
Why you fuck with me?

Knowin' I could rap circles you
What, are you as as me?
Plus I can sing better you
And I don't fuckin'
And play guitar better
And I ain't touched a string

But I ain't mad at you, I'd me too if I was you
I'm you used 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 like to sing the blues

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

was so long ago
(Long ago)
Kid and Limp Bizkit
Came now, don't nobody
Wanna hear your old ass sing no

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

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

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

You bitch
Next say
My fuckin' name in a
Don't be about it

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