Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', 'Makin' The Band'
Dude, mother's makin' somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I bring my bag over 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 here
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 fact I a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how come you don't like
Naw, I don't like him you don't like him
How 'bout we post it all the net? I'll do the typin'

He drops his new songs, the don't drop bombs
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, would be great, plus his album's droppin' late
his Venom album drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I he should ask God for forgiveness like he's Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes I hate

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 heck you
I was on his 'cause I was just about to get him, man

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

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it it's 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 lyrics man, what are you, a
Man, please, I hardly know my ABC's
All he is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every other rapper raps about how got eighty keys

An' that's more appealin' to me his chatter
Man, what's your mom
Man, it don' matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you 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 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 have no Christmas
Christmas already done passed, plus the Grinch lives
You like who I'm a-like, then you can disappear
Take your 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 like I
He gets paid by
Do you that's fair?

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

Stop, they'll reach the top, I'm not havin' it
That's one hot album 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 must forgot
Crooked I's come out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna flop when is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Dre won't drop

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

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

What'cha mean? I never that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com more 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 even know a thang
We were on game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of shut up)
Ah, mother, insane

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

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