Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you fagot

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Aiyo, this next is
to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we ain't
About you, you fuckin'
We still

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

So he put the mic
And picked the up
(Picked the up)
(And he what?)
Started the blues

Like there's no
(No tomorrow, on)
his boys in the house of pain
(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, what you do?
(Now what you do?)

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

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

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

I was right there
I heard the news
(Heard the news)
I just wish the
Would'a you
(Would'a you)

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

But the thing he could ever 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 those
How it was when you were
I how it was
How it was when you were

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

Remember in '94, like right before
Ms. was Whitey Ford
Before his heart had him on life support
When house of pain was out of
Like someone doused the
And became destined to never jump around 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 went and your style and switched the shit
Now you sound ridiculous you less piece of shit,
How could you diss me,

I liked you, you was alright for a white dude
Sway and Tech
When I came up and sat you
rhymin', then you left the room
And say goodbye or nothin'?

you was mad that someone else was
White and tried to or somethin'
I'm sorry man, I tryin' 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 know to do
What's up you?
I never 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 probably guitar better
And I ain't never a string

But I ain't mad at you, I'd me too if I was you
I'm what you used to be, you was me in '92
So every time I write a lyric, think of you
And maybe that help me know
What it's to sing the blues

'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 Limp
Came now, don't nobody
Wanna hear your old ass sing no

'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 and Limp Bizkit
Came now, don't nobody
Wanna hear your old ass no more

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

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

You fuckin' diss me
Diss me you fuckin'
You punk, pussy
You fuckin' bitch, fuckin' cunt