Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, your mother's somethin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I have anywhere to go
So I'd just I bring my sleepin' bag over an'
You do some net surfin'?
Yeah, sounds like a date, I that'd 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 here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never what I hear

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

He drops his new songs, the don't drop bombs
don't even notice 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, that 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 like he's Mase
'Cause his Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I hate

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, he's not, on seven
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the heck you
I was on his Myspace I was just about to get him, man

Get
Yeah, chill, why the you yellin'?
I was on his page so I can see how much he sellin'
Well, why the heck he They're supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything from a dummy

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

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

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

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

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

You'll, you just mad 'cause Soulja Boy is here
Boy ain't 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' that's hot to knock Eminem's album off
You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me wanna
Keep mentionin' people that I think are really a fluke

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

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

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

What'cha mean? I 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 you do, you're 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 complain
(Ahh, both of shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

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

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