Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', 'Makin' The Band'
Dude, your mother's makin'
That smells wonderful, man, yeah, New Year, man
Man, I didn't have to go
So I'd just 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 All-hip-hop dot com, it's the end of the
Chamillionaire got one of the mixtapes upon here
Maybe I'm or the screen isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never what I hear

I just he disappears
I hope he too
Matter I hope a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how you don't like him?
Naw, I don't like him 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 even notice him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it like suicide, he just slid his watch on

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

I hear droppin' part 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 'cause I was just about 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 heck he sellin'? They're to be free
Anyone who buys from him's a dummy

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

How the heck you know his lyrics man, what are you, a
Man, please, I hardly even 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' that's more appealin' to me than his
Man, what's your mom
Man, it even matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you it doesn't matter?
Actin' like a little girl who just got beaten an'

I'm really startin' to think that you're an undercover fan
Not a undercover nothin', I'm a 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 no Christmas cheer?
Christmas already passed, plus the Grinch lives here
You don't like who I'm a-like, you can disappear
Take purple iPod an' get up out my chair

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

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

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

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

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, you're not in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause always here 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 like album's with rappers try'na sing
I never told you a thing, I never told you such a thing
I listen to
No, you don't, man,

What'cha I never said that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com more 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 thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even a thang
We were on game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

(Are you talkin' back to mommy? Put in your tummy)
Man, why I eat mom? I'm not even hungry
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 me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah