Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you really think you could be mean baby? this next part is key,
You a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo
As far as men go, when ya hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in common-You're lactose I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college 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 wanna play?
Play-doh, roll you a machine until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat like 5 Krispy
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 all my tracks are
hot
Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you you
were tall, and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, Rage over them, over Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down with hip-hop you were ten
You out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in desk in ya den
I'm hittin mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for your MP3 player kid I'm a Player!
Hard like Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm
I hang with both Ralph and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hair
Wear a boober shirt at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you Druid ruins hear the crowd
booin
this is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home 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 nobody's even of you
I did a search on name and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, a loser
Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop 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 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
Nobody trades your file chill child I said I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in just step off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from drug
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears filled lost

Do acid and and trip out on how your queer little beard looks 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 thought you were so fuckin
Anyway as I was saying before my 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 very 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 Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove,
A up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:
A cup that Princess once drank out of

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