Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, your makin' somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I my sleepin' bag over an'
You wanna do some net
Yeah, sounds like a date, I mean that'd be
Ha, ha,

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

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

He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't drop
They 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, would be great, plus his album's droppin' late
his Venom album drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I think he should ask God for like he's Mase
his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I hate

I he's 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 just to get him, man

Get
Yeah, chill, why the heck you
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 anything from him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever about is candy 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 lyrics man, 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 about how they got eighty

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

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

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

You'll, you just mad Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look like I
He gets by YouTube
Do you think fair?

I don't 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 talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep mentionin' people that I think are just a fluke

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

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

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, you're not even in the
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're always with me
Yeah, but at I got homies that know me in the streets
An' they know who Joe 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 never you such a thing, I never told you such a thing
I to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com more you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Status
Ooh, I'm on dot com an' that's to just to name a few

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

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

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