Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, your mother's somethin'
That 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 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 best upon here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen clear
I click on every link on him an' like what I hear

I just hope he
I hope he too
fact 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 like him
How we post 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 like suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, would be great, plus his album's droppin' late
When his Venom album drops, I'm gon' rub it in his
I think he should ask God for forgiveness like Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I

I hear droppin' part eight
No, he's not, he's on
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really 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 buys anything from him's a

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy paint an'
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 seats, they were caught by Dundee

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

An' that's more appealin' to me than his
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 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 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 mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop this year, you
Boy got a cartoon
Do I like I care?
He gets paid by
Do you think fair?

I don't care if you're mad or not, I'm hopin' Aster Roth
Drops somethin' that's hot enough to knock Eminem's off
You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me puke
Keep mentionin' people that I think are 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 gon' damage him
What'chu mean Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles

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

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, you're not in the streets
You're not in the streets either 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' more Kanyee's
I thought you said you didn't like album's with try'na sing
I never told you such a thing, I never told you such a
I listen to
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never said that, that's not
I'm on dot com more than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Status
Ooh, I'm on dot com an' that's to just to name a few

That's the only thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even a thang
We were on hip-hop game the other night, you complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, insane

(Are you back 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, a sec, I'll be there
here
Wait, you act like you hear
(Boy, don't you me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah