Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

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

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

I hope he disappears
I he disappears too
Matter fact I 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 the net? I'll do the typin'

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

Ha, ha, that would be great, his album's droppin' late
his Venom 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 he's droppin' part eight
No, he's not, on seven
All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really gettin'
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 you yellin'?
I was only on his so I can see how much he sellin'
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're supposed to be
Anyone who buys anything from 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 gotta keep it Triller like C an' Bun B
An' his alligator seats, 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 they got keys

An' more appealin' to me than his chatter
Man, your mom cookin'?
Man, it don' matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you it doesn't matter?
Actin' like a little girl who just got beaten an'

'Cause I'm really startin' to think that you're an 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 mother's makin'

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

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

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

Stop, they'll never the top, I'm not havin' it
That's one hot album never year's averagin'
for Charles Hamilton, tell me who's gon' damage him
What'chu mean Charles 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 won't

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

Royce 5'9 an' more Kanyee's
I thought you said you didn't album's with 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 Nah-Right dot com an' that's to to name a few

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

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

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