Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's makin'
That smells wonderful, man, yeah, New Year, man
Man, I didn't have to go
So I'd just figured I my sleepin' bag over an'
You do some net surfin'?
Yeah, sounds a date, I mean 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 isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never like what I

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 like
Naw, I don't like him you don't like him
How 'bout we it all over the net? I'll do the typin'

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

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

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, he's not, on seven
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really gettin'
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 heck you
I was only on his page so I can see how he sellin'
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're supposed to be
Anyone who anything from him's a dummy

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

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

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

'Cause I'm really startin' to think that 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 have no cheer?
Christmas already done passed, plus the lives here
You like 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 run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He gets paid by
Do you think that's

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

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

Dude, I you but you must have forgot
Crooked I's gonna out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna flop when is on top
stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre won't drop

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, you're not even in the
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're always here me
Yeah, but at least I got homies that know me in the
An' they 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 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 never that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Baller
Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' that's to just to a few

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

(Are you back to mommy? Put food in your tummy)
Man, why I gotta eat mom? I'm not hungry
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, stop' please, hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah