Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

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

I'm on dot com, it's the end of the year
Chamillionaire got one of the best mixtapes here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the isn't clear
I click on every on him an' never like what I hear

I just hope he
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 him 'cause you don't like him
How 'bout we post it all over the net? I'll do the

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

Ha, ha, that would be great, plus his album's droppin'
When his Venom album drops, I'm 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 he's droppin' 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 heck you
I was only on his page so I can see how much he
Well, why the heck he They're supposed to be free
who buys anything 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 keep it Triller Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his seats, they were caught by Dundee

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

An' more appealin' to me than his chatter
Man, what's mom cookin'?
Man, it don' matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it matter?
Actin' like a little girl who 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 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
Take your purple iPod an' get up out my

You'll, you just mad 'cause Soulja Boy is here
Soulja Boy gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Boy got a cartoon
Do I look like I
He gets by YouTube
Do you think that's

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 talk, you're makin' 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 never year's
Wait for Charles Hamilton, tell me who's gon' him
What'chu Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles Hamilton?

Dude, I told you but you must have
Crooked I's come out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna flop Aftermath 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 me in the streets
An' know who Joe Buddens is an' Joel Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' more 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 listen to
No, you don't, man,

mean? I never said that, that's not true
I'm on dot com more than 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 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 game the other night, you complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, you're

(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 like you can't
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah