Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess with me I'll spit you out like you Sunny D
Did you think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, Endo
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack intolerant
Stop talkin smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies accepted
I might have lyrical holes in your mind
You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you play? Fine
Play-doh, you through a machine until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat like 5 Kremes
when they're hot-Like all my tracks 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 all my tracks are
hot
Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah 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 down with hip-hop since you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your
Of Led Zeppelin in desk in ya den
I'm hittin mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for your MP3 kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
booin
Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my
I would be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at Napster when even heard of you
I did a search on your and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, you're a
Lame, your screen name hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you this is Bingo? I got singles out already
People know my name in circles from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop
You're I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title
Nobody trades your file chill child I said I liked you I was just tired
Go yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals record labels you get deals from drug dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears with lost

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

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]