Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
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 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 upon here
Maybe I'm or the screen isn't clear
I on every link on him an' never like what I hear

I just he disappears
I he disappears too
Matter fact I hope a grave is 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? do the typin'

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

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

I hear he's droppin' part
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 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'? supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything from a dummy

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

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

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 matter?
Actin' like a girl who just got beaten an' battered?

'Cause I'm startin' to think that you're an undercover fan
Not a nothin', I'm a over-cover Stan
I the station up an' try to get his records, man
Well okay, I you an' my mother's makin' Spam

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

You'll, you just mad 'cause Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He paid by YouTube
Do you think that's

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

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

Dude, I told you but you have forgot
Crooked I's gonna come out an' take everyone's
Everyone is gonna flop Aftermath is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre drop

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

Royce 5'9 an' little 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 a thing
I to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

What'cha I never said that, that's not true
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 to name a few

the only thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't know a thang
We were on game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, insane

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

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