Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your makin' somethin'
That smells wonderful, man, yeah, New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd figured I bring my sleepin' bag over an'
You do some net surfin'?
Yeah, sounds a date, I mean that'd be great
Ha, ha,

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

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

He drops his new songs, the don't drop bombs
don't even notice him on This-Is-50 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 drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I think he should ask God for forgiveness like he's
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I

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

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

Yeah, all he ever talks is candy 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, they caught by Dundee

How the heck you his lyrics 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
other rapper raps about how they got eighty keys

An' that's more appealin' to me than his
Man, what's your mom
Man, it even 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 really startin' to think that 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 mother's Spam

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

You'll, you just mad Soulja Boy kilt is here
Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He gets 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 to knock Eminem's album off
You even talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep people that I think are really just a fluke

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

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

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

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

mean? I never said that, that's not true
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' that's to just to a few

That's the thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, lame, you don't even know a thang
We on hip-hop 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 mom? I'm not even
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 make me you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah