Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Nerd's Argue

Sup, Charlie? Sup,
Nothin', chillin', 'Makin' 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 sleepin' bag an'
You do some net surfin'?
Yeah, sounds like a date, I 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
I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't clear
I click on every link on him an' never what I hear

I just he disappears
I hope he too
Matter I hope a grave is where he disappears too
Tell me, how come you 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 his new songs, the DJ's don't drop bombs
They don't even him on This-Is-50 dot com
50, one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one
Make it look suicide, he just slid his watch on

Ha, ha, that would be great, plus his album's late
When his Venom drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face
I think he 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, on seven
All these mixtapes he's 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 you yellin'?
I was only on his page so I can see how much he
Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're supposed to be
Anyone who buys from him's a dummy

Yeah, all he ever about is candy paint an' money
An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it like Chung Lee
How he gotta it Triller like Pimp 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
other rapper raps about how they got eighty keys

An' that's more appealin' to me his chatter
Man, what's your mom
Man, it even matter
Why the heck you gettin' mad if you 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 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 already done passed, plus the lives here
You don't like who I'm a-like, then you can
Take your iPod an' get up out my chair

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

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

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

Dude, I told you but you must forgot
Crooked I's gonna come out an' take spot
Everyone is gonna flop when is on top
Just stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre drop

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

Royce 5'9 an' little Kanyee's
I thought you you didn't 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 Status
Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' that's to just to a few

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

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

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