Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Sup, man?
Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The
Dude, your mother's somethin'
smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man
Man, I have anywhere to go
So I'd just figured I bring my bag over an'
You wanna do 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 best mixtapes upon
Maybe I'm or the screen isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never what I hear

I hope he disappears
I hope he too
fact I hope a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how come you don't him?
Naw, I like 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 drop bombs
They don't even notice him on dot com
50, he's one of the greats, is not one
Make it like suicide, he just slid his watch on

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

I hear he's droppin' part
No, not, he's on seven
All these mixtapes he's is really gettin' upsettin'
I saw it on his
Man, who the heck you
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 sellin'? 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 keep it Triller Pimp C an' Bun B
An' his seats, they were caught by Dundee

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

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

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

Man, damn, why you don't have no cheer?
Christmas already done passed, the Grinch lives here
You like who I'm a-like, then you can disappear
your purple iPod 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
Boy got a cartoon
Do I look I care?
He gets paid by
Do you think fair?

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

Stop, they'll never the top, I'm not havin' it
one hot album every never year's averagin'
Wait for Hamilton, tell me who's gon' damage 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' take everyone's
Everyone is gonna when Aftermath is on top
stop, Eminem an' Doctor 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 here with me
Yeah, but at I got homies that know me in the streets
An' they know who Joe Buddens is an' Ortiz

Royce 5'9 an' little Kanyee's
I thought you said you like album's with rappers try'na sing
I never told you such a thing, I never you such a thing
I to T-Pain
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 Baller
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 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 in your tummy)
Man, why I gotta eat mom? I'm not even
Man, I am

I'm on the net, wait a sec, I'll be there
Look
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