Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your 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 that'd be great
Ha, ha,

I'm on dot com, it's the end of the year
got one of the best mixtapes upon here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't
I on every link on him an' never like what I hear

I just hope he
I he disappears too
Matter fact I a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how come you don't like
Naw, I don't like him 'cause you don't him
How 'bout we post it all over the I'll 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 slid his watch on

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

I hear he's part eight
No, he's not, 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 Myspace 'cause I was about to get him, man

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

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

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

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

I'm really 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 mother's Spam

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
already done passed, plus the Grinch 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 just mad Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I like I care?
He gets by YouTube
Do you think that's

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

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

Dude, I told you but you must forgot
Crooked I's gonna come out an' everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna when Aftermath is on top
Just stop, 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 you're always with me
Yeah, but at least I got homies that me in the streets
An' they know who Joe Buddens is an' Joel

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 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, you're a for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even know a
We were on game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, insane

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

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