Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, mother's makin' somethin'
That smells wonderful, man, yeah, New Year, man
Man, I didn't have 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 upon here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't
I click on every link on him an' never what I hear

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

He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't bombs
They don't 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 slid his on

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

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, he's not, he's on
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really gettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the you tellin'?
I was on his Myspace I was just about 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 about is candy paint an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it like it's Lee
How he gotta keep it Triller Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, they caught by Dundee

How the heck you know his lyrics man, what are you, a
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 keys

An' that's more appealin' to me his chatter
Man, your mom cookin'?
Man, it don' matter
Why the heck you mad if you sayin' it doesn't matter?
Actin' like a little who just 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 the station up an' try to get his records, man
Well okay, I believe you an' my mother's Spam

Man, damn, why you have no Christmas cheer?
already done passed, plus the Grinch lives here
You like who I'm a-like, then you can disappear
Take your purple iPod an' get up out my

You'll, you just mad Soulja Boy kilt is here
Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I like I care?
He gets paid by
Do you that's fair?

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

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

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

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

Royce 5'9 an' little Kanyee's
I thought you said you didn't like album's with try'na sing
I never told you a thing, I never told you such a thing
I listen to
No, you don't, man,

What'cha mean? I never said that, that's not
I'm on SOHH dot com than 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 on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of shut up)
Ah, mother, insane

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