Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

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

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

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

He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't bombs
don't even notice him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it look like suicide, he slid his watch on

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

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

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

Yeah, all he ever talks is candy paint an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it it's Chung Lee
How he gotta it Triller like Pimp 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 hardly even know my
All he is motivate me to try to get the G's
other rapper raps about how they got eighty keys

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

'Cause I'm really 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 makin'

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

You'll, you just mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop this year, you
Boy got a cartoon
Do I look like I
He paid by YouTube
Do you think that's

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

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

Dude, I told you but you have forgot
Crooked I's come out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna when Aftermath is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Dre won't drop

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

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

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

That's the only thing you do, you're a for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you even know a thang
We were on hip-hop game the night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of shut up)
Ah, mother, insane

(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 on the net, wait a sec, I'll be there
Look
Wait, you act like you can't
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah