Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', 'Makin' The Band'
Dude, your mother's somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd figured I bring my sleepin' bag over an'
You do some net surfin'?
Yeah, like a date, I mean that'd be great
Ha, ha,

I'm on dot com, it's the end of the year
Chamillionaire got one of the mixtapes upon here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen clear
I click on every link on him an' like what I hear

I just hope he
I he disappears too
Matter I hope a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how you don't like him?
Naw, I don't him 'cause you don't like him
How 'bout we post it all over the net? do the typin'

He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't drop
They don't even him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it look suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, that be great, plus his album's droppin' late
his Venom album drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I he should ask God for forgiveness like he's Mase
'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the that I hate

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, he's not, he's on
All mixtapes he's droppin' is really gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the heck you
I was on his Myspace I was just about to get him, man

Get
Yeah, chill, why the you yellin'?
I was only on his page so I can see how he sellin'
Well, why the he sellin'? They're supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever about is candy paint an' money
An' how is in his trunk, kick it like it's Chung Lee
How he keep it Triller like Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, they caught by Dundee

How the heck you know his man, what are you, a dweep?
Man, please, I hardly know my ABC's
All he is motivate me to try to get the G's
Every rapper raps about how they got eighty keys

An' that's more appealin' to me his chatter
Man, your mom cookin'?
Man, it even matter
Why the you gettin' mad if you sayin' it doesn't matter?
Actin' like a girl who just got beaten an' battered?

'Cause I'm really startin' to think that you're an fan
Not a undercover nothin', I'm a over-cover
I the station up an' try to get his records, man
Well okay, I you an' my mother's makin' Spam

Man, damn, why you have no Christmas cheer?
Christmas already done passed, the Grinch lives here
You don't like who I'm a-like, you can disappear
Take your iPod an' get up out my chair

You'll, you mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run this year, you queer
Boy got a cartoon
Do I like I care?
He gets paid by
Do you that's fair?

I don't care if you're mad or not, I'm hopin' Aster Roth
Drops that's hot enough to knock Eminem's album off
You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me wanna
Keep mentionin' people that I think are really just a

Stop, they'll reach the top, I'm not havin' it
That's one hot album every never averagin'
Wait for Charles Hamilton, tell me gon' damage him
What'chu Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles Hamilton?

Dude, I told you but you must forgot
Crooked I's gonna out an' take everyone's spot
Everyone is gonna when Aftermath is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre drop

Charlie, please, you're a dweep, not even in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're here with me
Yeah, but at least I got homies know me in the streets
An' know who Joe Buddens is an' Joel Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' little more
I thought you said you didn't like album's rappers try'na sing
I told you such a thing, I never told you such a thing
I to T-Pain
No, you don't, man,

mean? I never said that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Baller
Ooh, I'm on dot com an' that's to just to name a few

That's the thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even a thang
We were on game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, both of ya'll up)
Ah, mother, insane

(Are you talkin' back to mommy? Put in your tummy)
Man, why I gotta eat mom? I'm not hungry
Man, I am

I'm surfin' on the net, a sec, I'll be there
Look
Wait, you act like you can't
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, please, you're hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah