Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, your mother's somethin'
smells 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 wanna do some net
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 mixtapes upon
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the isn't clear
I click on link on him an' never like what I hear

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

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 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' series' the that I hate

I hear he's part eight
No, he's not, he's on
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the you tellin'?
I was on his Myspace 'cause I was just 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 he sellin'? They're supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy paint an'
An' how is in his trunk, kick it like it's Chung Lee
How he gotta keep it like Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his seats, they 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 is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every other rapper raps about how they got eighty

An' more appealin' to me than his chatter
Man, what's mom cookin'?
Man, it even matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it matter?
Actin' like a little girl who just got an' battered?

I'm really startin' to think that you're 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 makin' Spam

Man, damn, why you don't have no Christmas
Christmas already done passed, plus the lives here
You don't like who I'm a-like, then you can
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 year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He gets paid by
Do you think fair?

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

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

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

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

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

What'cha mean? I never that, that's not true
I'm on dot com more than 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 thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't know a thang
We on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, insane

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

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