Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's makin'
That smells wonderful, man, yeah, New Year, man
Man, I didn't have to go
So I'd just figured I bring my bag over an'
You wanna do net surfin'?
Yeah, sounds a date, I mean that'd be great
Ha, ha,

I'm on All-hip-hop dot com, it's the end of the
got one of the best mixtapes upon 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 hope he too
Matter fact I hope a 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? I'll do the

He drops his new songs, the DJ's drop bombs
They don't notice him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it look like suicide, he just slid his 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 think he should ask God for forgiveness he's Mase
his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I hate

I he's droppin' part eight
No, he's not, he's on
All these mixtapes he's is really gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the you tellin'?
I was on his 'cause 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 heck he They're supposed to be free
Anyone who buys anything from a dummy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie, please, a dweep, you're not even in the streets
You're not in the streets either 'cause you're here with 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 with 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 said that, that's not true
I'm on SOHH dot com than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Status
Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' that's to to name a few

That's the only thing you do, you're a for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even a thang
We on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, of ya'll shut 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, wait a sec, I'll be
here
Wait, you act like you can't
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, stop' please, you're my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah