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 you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies
I might left lyrical holes in your mind
You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna Fine
Play-doh, roll you through a until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat 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 all my tracks are
hot
Stop going on AOL to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you
tall, slim and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down with since you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and 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 kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard like Slayer while you a dater Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Ralph 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 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
booin
Actually is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing with my parakeets than making up this rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn't to make you start cryin-Yeah start 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 computer, you're a loser
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 name in circles from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on 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 denial step off
Why you think I get deals from record you get deals from drug dealers
insincere won't 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 let me teach you Ital-go Fongule
I was in high school I'd a thought you were so fuckin cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is much better yours, its' -----
What you think I would tell you so you can Messenger me all day?
I don't so I am very important and right 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 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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