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 this next is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, Endo
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 in college apologies accepted
I might left 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, roll you through a machine until you out in little strings
I'm obscene I could eat like 5 Krispy 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 hot-Like all my 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 over Em, Rage them, Bahamadia 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 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 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 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 nice to you what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
booin
Actually is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn't want to you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at when nobody's even heard of you
I did a search on name and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, you're a
Lame, your screen name pseudo sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you think this is I got singles out already
People know my in discerning circles from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big singin Hip Hop Hooray
idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title
Nobody trades your file chill child when I I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just off, vile in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get from drug 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 little beard looks so weird in the mirror man
Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Fongule
When I was in high school I'd a thought you so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen is much better than yours, its' -----
What you I would 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 to Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay 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 blow up Peter Max of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:
A cup that Superstar once drank out of

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