Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, mother's makin' somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't have to go
So I'd just figured I bring my bag over an'
You wanna do some net
Yeah, sounds like a date, I mean that'd be
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 every link on him an' like what I hear

I hope he disappears
I hope he too
Matter fact I a grave is where he disappears too
me, how come you don't like him?
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 drops his new songs, the DJ's drop bombs
They don't even him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, he's one of the greats, is not one
it look 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 think he should ask God for forgiveness like he's
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' the mixtapes that I hate

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, not, he's on seven
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really gettin'
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 you yellin'?
I was only on his so I can see how much he sellin'
Well, why the he sellin'? They're supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything him's 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 it Triller like 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 is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every other rapper raps about how they got keys

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

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

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
already done passed, plus the Grinch lives here
You don't 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
Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look like I
He gets by YouTube
Do you think fair?

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

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

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

Charlie, please, a dweep, you're not even in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're always 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 thought you said you like album's with rappers try'na sing
I never told you such a thing, I told you such a thing
I listen to
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' that's to 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 other night, you didn't
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

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

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