Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

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

I'm on All-hip-hop dot com, it's the end of the
Chamillionaire got one of the mixtapes upon here
I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't clear
I on every link on him an' never like what 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 him?
Naw, I like him 'cause you don't like him
How 'bout we post it all over the net? I'll do the

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
it look like suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, that be great, plus 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 he's Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape series' the mixtapes that I hate

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, not, he's on seven
All mixtapes he's 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 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 about is candy paint an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, it like it's Chung Lee
How he gotta keep it Triller Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, were caught by Dundee

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

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

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

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

You'll, you mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He paid by YouTube
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 talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep mentionin' people that I are really just a fluke

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

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

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, not even in the streets
You're not in the either 'cause you're always here with me
Yeah, but at least I got that know me in the streets
An' know who Joe Buddens 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 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 to name a few

the only thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even know a
We were on hip-hop the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of shut 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, a sec, I'll be there
here
Wait, you act like you can't
(Boy, don't you me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, please, you're hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah