Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't with me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the
Now, we have in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college accepted
I might have left lyrical holes in mind
You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play?
Play-doh, roll you through a machine you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat like 5 Kremes
Like when they're hot-Like all my are hot
I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my are
hot
going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you
were tall, and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, over them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down with hip-hop you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in desk in ya den
I'm mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for your MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard like Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm
I hang with both Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on computer combed over hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't
I was nice to you originally I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
naturally
Actually this is a big 'ol of my time
I would be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah cryin
You get mad at Napster when even heard of you
I did a on your name and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, a loser
Lame, screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you think this is Bingo? I got singles out
People know my name in circles from New York to LA
While you earn jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're idle I'm an idol you're not I got a title
trades your file chill child when I said I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you bong water like tears filled with lost

Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer beard looks so weird in the mirror man
Guitar noodlin and let me teach you Ital-go Fongule
When I was in school I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen is much better than yours, its' -----
What you think I would tell you so you can Messenger me all day?
I don't think so I am very important and right now I am eating
Go get signed to Ruffhouse go away, bid on for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug,
A sticky pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Peter Max of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:
A cup that Princess Superstar once out of

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