Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your makin' somethin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I have anywhere to go
So I'd figured I bring my sleepin' bag over an'
You do some net surfin'?
Yeah, sounds like a date, I mean 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 clear
I click on every on him an' never like what I hear

I just hope he
I hope he too
Matter fact I hope a 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 drops his new songs, the don't drop bombs
don't even notice him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, he's one of the greats, is not one
Make it like suicide, he just slid his watch on

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

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

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

Yeah, all he ever about is candy paint an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, it like it's Chung Lee
How he gotta keep it Triller 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 even know my ABC's
All he is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every other rapper raps 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 sayin' it doesn't
like a little girl who just got beaten an' battered?

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

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

You'll, you mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I like I care?
He gets by YouTube
Do you think fair?

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

Stop, they'll reach the top, I'm not havin' it
That's one hot album every year's averagin'
Wait for Charles Hamilton, tell me gon' damage him
What'chu mean Charles Hamliton? Who the Charles Hamilton?

Dude, I you but you must have forgot
Crooked I's gonna 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, you're not in the streets
not in the streets either 'cause you're always here with me
Yeah, but at I got homies that know me in the streets
An' they who Joe Buddens is an' Joel Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' little Kanyee's
I thought you said you didn't like album's 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 mean? I said that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com 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 only thing you do, you're a for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even know a
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 mommy? Put food in tummy)
Man, why I gotta eat mom? I'm not even
Man, I am

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