Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, your makin' somethin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I bring my sleepin' bag 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 here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' like what I hear

I just he disappears
I hope he too
Matter fact I hope a grave is he disappears too
Tell me, how come you like him?
Naw, I don't him 'cause you don't like 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 don't even notice him on dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it like suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, that would be great, plus his album's late
When his Venom drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I think he should ask God for forgiveness he's Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' 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 you tellin'?
I was on his 'cause I was just 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 he sellin'? They're supposed to be free
Anyone who anything from him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy paint an'
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it like it's Lee
How he gotta it Triller like Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, they were 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 raps about how they got eighty keys

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

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

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
Christmas 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 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is
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 mad or not, I'm hopin' that Aster Roth
Drops somethin' that's hot enough to knock album off
You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me wanna
Keep mentionin' people that I are really just a fluke

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

Dude, I you but you must have forgot
Crooked I's gonna out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna when 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 'cause you're always here with 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 more
I you said you didn't like album's with rappers 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, 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

the only thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even know a
We were on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

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

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