Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess with me I'll spit you out you were Sunny D
Did you really think you could be mean baby? Listen this part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, Endo
As far as men go, when ya hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies accepted
I might have left holes in your mind
You'll it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? Fine
Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you out in little strings
I'm obscene I really eat like 5 Krispy Kremes
Like when they're 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 hot-Like all my are
hot
Stop going on AOL chat to try to friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you
tall, slim 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 marveling over your
Of Led in your desk in ya den
I'm hittin mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
like Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your underwear look Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
booin
Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my
I rather 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 start cryin
You get mad at Napster nobody's even heard of you
I did a search on your name and up with 1 result-
It was your computer, a loser
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 discerning from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop
You're idle I'm an idol you're not I got a title
Nobody trades your file chill child when I said I liked you I was 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 from record labels you get deals from dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost

Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer little beard so weird in the mirror man
Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go
When I was in high school I'd a 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 Instant me all day?
I don't so I am very 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 diamond rug, or somethin worth more all that stuff:
A cup that Princess Superstar once out of

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]