Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your makin' somethin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I have 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, it's the end of the
Chamillionaire got one of the best upon here
Maybe I'm or the screen isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never like I hear

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

He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't 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 just slid his 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 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 much he
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're to be free
Anyone who buys anything from him's a

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

How the heck you know his lyrics man, 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 rapper raps about how got eighty keys

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

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

Man, damn, why you don't no Christmas cheer?
Christmas already done passed, plus the 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 Soulja Boy kilt is
Soulja Boy ain't run hip-hop this year, you queer
Boy got a cartoon
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 that Aster Roth
Drops somethin' that's hot enough to knock Eminem's off
You shouldn't talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep people that I think are really just a fluke

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

Dude, I told you but you must forgot
Crooked I's gonna 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
You're not in the either 'cause 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 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 to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

mean? 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

That's the thing you do, you're 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 complain
(Ahh, both of shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

(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 you can't hear
(Boy, don't you me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah