Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's makin'
That smells wonderful, man, yeah, New Year, man
Man, I have anywhere to go
So I'd figured I bring my sleepin' bag over an'
You wanna do some net
Yeah, sounds like a date, I that'd be great
Ha, ha,

I'm on dot com, it's the end of the year
got one of the best mixtapes upon here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't
I click on every on him an' never like what I hear

I just he disappears
I he disappears too
fact I hope a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how come you don't like
Naw, I like him 'cause you don't like him
How 'bout we post it all over the I'll do the typin'

He his new songs, the DJ's don't drop bombs
They don't even notice him on dot com
50, he's one of the greats, is not one
Make it like suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, would be great, plus his album's droppin' late
When his Venom drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I think he should ask God for like he's Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the that I hate

I hear droppin' part eight
No, he's not, he's on
All these he's droppin' is really gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the you tellin'?
I was on his Myspace I was just about to get him, man

Get
Yeah, chill, why the you yellin'?
I was only on his so I can see how much he sellin'
Well, why the heck he sellin'? supposed to be free
who buys anything from him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever talks about is paint an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it it's Chung Lee
How he gotta keep it Triller like C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, they were by Dundee

How the heck you know his man, what are you, a dweep?
Man, please, I even know my ABC's
All he is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every rapper raps about how they got eighty keys

An' more appealin' to me than his chatter
Man, what's your mom
Man, it don' matter
Why the you gettin' mad if you sayin' it doesn't matter?
like a little girl who just got beaten an' battered?

'Cause I'm startin' to think that you're an undercover fan
Not a undercover nothin', I'm a over-cover
I the station up an' try to get his records, man
Well okay, I believe you an' my mother's Spam

Man, damn, why you don't have no Christmas
Christmas already done passed, plus the Grinch here
You don't who I'm a-like, then you can disappear
Take your purple an' get up out my chair

You'll, you mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run this year, you queer
Boy got a cartoon
Do I like I care?
He paid by YouTube
Do you think that's

I don't care if you're mad or not, I'm hopin' Aster Roth
Drops that's hot enough to knock Eminem's album off
You shouldn't talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep mentionin' people that I think are really just a

Stop, never reach the top, I'm not havin' it
That's one hot album never year's averagin'
Wait for Charles Hamilton, me who's gon' damage him
What'chu Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles Hamilton?

Dude, I you but you must have forgot
Crooked I's come out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna when Aftermath is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre drop

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, not even in the streets
You're not in the either 'cause you're always here with me
Yeah, but at least I got homies that me in the streets
An' they know who Joe is an' Joel Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' little more
I thought you said you didn't album's with rappers try'na sing
I told you such a thing, I never told you such a thing
I to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

What'cha I never said that, that's not true
I'm on dot com more than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Status
Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' that's to to name a few

That's the thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't know a thang
We on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

(Are you talkin' back to Put food in your tummy)
Man, why I gotta eat I'm not even hungry
Man, I am

I'm surfin' on the net, wait a sec, I'll be
here
Wait, you act like you hear
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, please, you're hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah