Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's makin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I didn't anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I bring my bag over an'
You wanna do some net
Yeah, sounds 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 best mixtapes here
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen clear
I on every link on him an' never like what I hear

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

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

Ha, ha, that would be great, plus his album's 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 mixtapes 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 you tellin'?
I was on his Myspace 'cause I was about to get him, man

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

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy 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 were by Dundee

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

An' that's more appealin' to me than his
Man, what's your mom
Man, it don' matter
Why the heck you mad if you sayin' it doesn't matter?
Actin' like a little girl who just got an' battered?

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

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

You'll, you mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He paid by YouTube
Do you think that's

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

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

Dude, I you but you must have forgot
Crooked I's gonna come out an' everyone's spot
Everyone is flop when Aftermath is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Dre won't drop

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

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

What'cha mean? I never that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com more you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Status
Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' to just to name a few

That's the only thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil
Man, Charlie, lame, you don't even know a thang
We were on hip-hop game the night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

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

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