Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's 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 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 best mixtapes upon
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen clear
I click on every link on him an' never like I hear

I just hope he
I he disappears too
Matter I hope a grave is where he disappears 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 drops his new songs, the DJ's drop bombs
They don't even him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, he's one of the greats, is not one
Make it look like suicide, he slid his watch on

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm really startin' to think you're 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 makin' Spam

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
Christmas already done passed, plus the Grinch lives
You like who I'm a-like, then you can disappear
Take your purple an' get up out my chair

You'll, you just mad Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Boy got a cartoon
Do I like I care?
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 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 every never year's averagin'
Wait for Hamilton, tell me who's gon' damage him
What'chu mean Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles

Dude, I you but you must have 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, not even in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're always with me
Yeah, but at least I got 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 didn't like album's with try'na sing
I never you such a thing, I never told you such a thing
I listen to
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never said that, that's not
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 thing you do, you're a for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't know a thang
We were on hip-hop game the night, you didn't 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, wait a sec, be there
here
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