Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, mother's makin' somethin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I have anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I bring my bag over 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 hallucinatin' or the isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never like what I

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

He drops his new songs, the don't drop bombs
They even notice him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, he's one of the greats, is not one
Make it look like suicide, he just slid his 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 he should ask God for forgiveness like he's Mase
'Cause his Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I hate

I hear he's part eight
No, he's not, he's on
All these mixtapes droppin' is really gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the you tellin'?
I was on his Myspace 'cause I was about to get him, man

Get
Yeah, chill, why the heck you
I was only on his page so I can see how he sellin'
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're to be free
Anyone who buys anything from him's a

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

How the heck you know his lyrics man, are you, a dweep?
Man, please, I even 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' that's more appealin' to me than his
Man, what's your mom
Man, it don' matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it matter?
Actin' a little 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 believe you an' my makin' Spam

Man, damn, why you don't no Christmas cheer?
already done passed, plus the Grinch lives here
You like 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 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 don't care if you're mad or not, I'm hopin' that Roth
Drops somethin' that's hot enough to knock album off
You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me puke
Keep mentionin' people that I think are really just a

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 Charles Hamilton?

Dude, I you but you must have forgot
I's gonna come out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna when 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 'cause you're always here 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' more Kanyee's
I thought you said you didn't like album's rappers try'na sing
I told you such a thing, I never told you such a thing
I to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never said that, 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 just to a few

That's the only thing you do, a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you even know a thang
We were on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, insane

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

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