Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's makin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I my sleepin' bag over an'
You wanna do net surfin'?
Yeah, like 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 mixtapes upon here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen clear
I click on every link on him an' never like what I

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

He his new songs, the DJ's 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 his watch on

Ha, ha, that would be great, his album's droppin' late
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, not, he's on seven
All these mixtapes he's 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 on his page so I can see how much he sellin'
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're supposed to be
Anyone who anything from him's a dummy

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

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

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

'Cause I'm really startin' to think you're an undercover fan
Not a undercover nothin', I'm a Stan
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 have no cheer?
Christmas done passed, plus the Grinch lives here
You don't like who I'm a-like, you can disappear
Take your purple an' get up out my chair

You'll, you mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop 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' that Aster
Drops somethin' that's hot to knock Eminem's album off
You even talk, you're makin' me wanna puke
Keep mentionin' people I think are really just a fluke

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

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

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

Royce 5'9 an' little Kanyee's
I thought you you didn't like album's with rappers try'na sing
I never told you such a thing, I never told you such a
I to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

What'cha I never said 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, a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even a thang
We were on hip-hop game the night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, you're

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

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