Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, mother's makin' somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I bring my sleepin' bag an'
You wanna do 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 or the screen isn't clear
I click on link on him an' never like what I hear

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

He his new songs, the DJ's don't drop bombs
They don't even notice him on 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
When his Venom album drops, I'm rub it in his face
I he should ask God for forgiveness like he's Mase
his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I hate

I he's droppin' part eight
No, not, he's on seven
All these mixtapes droppin' is really gettin' upsettin'
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 much he
Well, why the heck he They're supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything him's a dummy

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

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

An' that's appealin' 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 girl who just got beaten an' battered?

'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
okay, I believe you an' my mother's makin' Spam

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
Christmas already done passed, plus the Grinch 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 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look like I
He paid 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 album off
You shouldn't talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep mentionin' people that I think are really 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 who's damage him
What'chu mean Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles

Dude, I told you but you must forgot
Crooked I's come out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is flop 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 'cause always here with me
Yeah, but at least I got homies that me in the streets
An' know who Joe Buddens is an' Joel Ortiz

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

mean? I never said 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 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 hip-hop game the other night, you complain
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, insane

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

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