Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess with me I'll spit you out like you were D
Did you really think you could be mean baby? this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke
As far as men go, ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies
I might have left holes in your mind
fill 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 I really 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 all my tracks 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, Rage over them, Bahamadia over Kim
I had no idea you been down 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 MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard like Slayer while you a dater Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play Solitaire on your computer combed over hair
Wear a boober work at Hooters in your underwear look like 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 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 make you start start cryin
You get mad at Napster when 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 think this is Bingo? I got singles out
know my name in discerning circles from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title
Nobody trades your chill child when I said I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals from record you get deals from drug dealers
Unappealing insincere eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost

Do acid and beer and 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 I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is better than yours, its' -----
What you think I would you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I don't think so I am very important and right now I am eating
Go get signed to go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug,
A sticky handcuffed pic of Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all stuff:
A cup that Princess once drank out of

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]