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 really think you could be mean baby? Listen next part is key,
You a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes in college apologies accepted
I might have left lyrical in your mind
You'll fill it later with or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? Fine
Play-doh, you through a machine until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat like 5 Krispy
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 all my tracks are
hot
Stop on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you
were tall, and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down hip-hop since you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin all over Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led in your 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 like Slayer while you a dater with Darth I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hair
a boober shirt work at Hooters in your 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
naturally
Actually is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing with my parakeets making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at Napster when nobody's even of you
I did a search on your name and came up with 1
It was your computer, a loser
Lame, your 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 discerning circles New York to LA
While you earn Colonels pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a
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 from 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 looks so weird in the mirror man
Guitar and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go Fongule
When I was in high I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is much better than yours, -----
What you think I tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I don't think so I am very important and 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 doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin more than all that stuff:
A cup Princess Superstar once drank out of

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