🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: I Remember - Eminem

  mother, you fuckin faggot
 
 La da da, da da da, da da 
 
 Aiyo,  next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody
 Rest in  we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo
 We still 
 
 There once was a man who liked  jump around (jump around)
 But he got  old to jump up and down (up and down)
 (so  what happened?)
 So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar 
 (and then  what?)
 Started  the blues like there's no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
 (come on) Left his boys in the house of  (the house of pain)
 It was the wisest decision he ever  (ever made)
 But the dumbest thing he could ever do  ever do)
 Was try to buck a 380 on those  act shady
 Tell me now what you gonna do  what you gonna do)
 
 [chorus]
 Cause I remember  those years
  it was when you were here
  remember how it was, how it was when you were young
 Yesterday was so long ago (long 
 Kid  and Limp Bizkit came along now
 Don't nobody wanna hear your old  sing no more
 
 remember back when you had The  (had the knack)
 And i remember when you had your first  attack (heart attack)
 I was right there laughin  I heard the news (heard the news)
 I just wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered 
 Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a  (you are a bitch)
 You come around when you're broke and you leave when  rich (leave when you're rich)
 But the dumbest thing that you could ever do (you could ever 
 Was try to buck a 380 on those that act 
 Tell me now what  gonna do (now what you gonna do)
 
 [chorus]
 
  (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
 Remember back in '94, like right before Ms.  was Whitey Ford
 Before his heart attack had him on life support When house  pain was out of
 fame like someone doused the flame And they became destined to  jump
 around again
 Or even further back, when i  had heard The Knack
 And you were down with Syndicate, I  to get your shit, man
 I  into it
 But then  went and took your style and switched the shit
 Now you sound ridiculous you  piece of shit,
 How could you diss  bitch?
 I liked you, thought you was alright for  white dude,
 Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and  beside you
 Started rhymin, then you left the 
 and didn't say  or nothin?
 Like you mad that someone else 
 White and tried to rhyme or 
 I'm sorry  I wasn't tryin to steal your light or nothin
 But you're  homosexual, white rappin Irish {*Muslim*}
  I wish I was irish, I could be a {*Muslim*} too
 Then I'd be confused as you,  I wouldn't know what to do
 What's  with you?
 I never  with you, why would you fuck with me?
  I could rap circles around you, what, you nuts as me?
 Plus I can sing  than you and I don't fuckin sing
  probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string
 But I ain't mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was 
 I'm what you used to  shit you was me in '92
 So everytime I write a lyric,  think of you
 And maybe that'll help  know what it's like to sing the blues
 
 [chorus]x2
 
 You fuckin punk, pussy,  fuckin faggot, sissy, fuck
 And by the way, a 380's a  sissy gun
 If you're gonna  somebody use a fuckin real gun
 You little 
 Next time say my fuckin name  a song
 Don't be subliminal  it
 You wanna fuckin diss me, diss  you fuckin faggot
 You fuckin punk, pussy, you  little bitch, fuckin cunt