Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

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

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

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

He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't drop
They don't even notice him on dot com
50, he's one of the greats, 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' the mixtapes that I hate

I hear he's part eight
No, not, he's on seven
All mixtapes he's droppin' is really 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 you yellin'?
I was only on his so I can see how much 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 an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it like it's Lee
How he gotta keep it like Pimp 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 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' even
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it doesn't
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 have no Christmas
Christmas already done passed, plus the Grinch here
You don't like who I'm a-like, you can disappear
Take your purple an' get up out my chair

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

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

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

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

Charlie, please, a dweep, you're not even in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're here with me
Yeah, but at least I got that know me in the streets
An' know who Joe Buddens is an' Joel Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' more Kanyee's
I you said you didn't like album's with rappers try'na sing
I never told you such a thing, I never told you such a
I listen to
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never said that, that's not
I'm on dot com more than 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 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 shut up)
Ah, mother, insane

(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 on the net, wait a sec, I'll be there
here
Wait, you act like you hear
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah