Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', watchin' The Band'
Dude, your makin' somethin'
That wonderful, man, yeah, Happy 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 like a date, I mean that'd be
Ha, ha,

I'm on All-hip-hop dot com, the end of the year
Chamillionaire got one of the best mixtapes upon
Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never like what I

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

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
it look like suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, that would be great, plus his album's droppin'
When his 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' the mixtapes that I hate

I hear he's droppin' eight
No, not, he's on seven
All these 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 him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it it's Chung Lee
How he keep 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 does is 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, what's your mom
Man, it don' even
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it matter?
Actin' like a little who just got beaten an' battered?

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

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

You'll, you just mad Soulja Boy kilt is here
Soulja Boy gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer
Soulja Boy got a
Do I look I care?
He gets paid by
Do you think that's

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

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

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

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

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

What'cha mean? I never said that, not true
I'm on dot com more than you
I'm on
Man, I'm on Baller
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 for Lil Wayne
Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even know a
We were on game the other night, you didn't complain
(Ahh, of ya'll shut up)
Ah, mother, you're

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

I'm on the net, wait a sec, I'll be there
Look
Wait, you act like you hear
(Boy, you make me embarrass you, dear)
Mom, please, you're hurtin' my ear
(Come here)
Ahh, ah