Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
Show 'em ya got
Show-show 'em ya got
Show 'em ya got

Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
shit is gettin' hot
Show-show 'em ya got
shit is gettin' hot
Show 'em ya got
shit is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
'em what ya got

Somebody's gettin' on my
Somebody's gettin' on my
Somebody's gettin' on my
Somebody's on my nerves

(Show 'em ya got)
gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em ya got)
Somebody's on my nerves
(Show-show 'em ya got)
Somebody's on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they

Now I've got this real attitude because of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers broke as trying to play me on the mic
So test my respect, mess around, yeah,
Jump up and get down
Now shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
I got him screamin' a hooker in the front row
So you better check my record, yet, bum
My name is super for a record, check my platinum

It's not for you to do
You sound wack when you try to check the mic
One, two, one, two
But wait I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old
Tryin' to get
You work like the two to make hip-hop
So you can talk your big, suckin' lips pop
The next time you try to me, you might catch a fist to the
Nose, ho
So you go

You talk about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed
Yo, me and my man was with Pepa night, yo
please
You couldn't hump me if my first was Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even hold your zipper
Why don't you tell the story right,
The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your hand
You rolled up on me in man's Beemer
And I look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down tryin' to act real
And started like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck your hand out the trying to show me gold
Your forty-second Rolex was kinda old
I wrote a number, and I know you you'd get humped
But it was 1-900-Chump
So why you around town playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, sweatin' me

gettin' on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my
Somebody's on my nerves
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em they deserve

'em what they deserve
Give 'em they deserve
Give 'em what deserve
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they

Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get
It fails to amaze me
How people never a possip, they just believe the gossip
Instead of finding out the of what's up
got my nostrils flairin'
I'd be a if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing
'Cuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it on
One of my jealous girlfriends gotta something that's wrong

If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer he's bummy
Or he's sellin' Buddah if got plenty of money
Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the
So up the code because of someone's getting jeal
I've got enough of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' on who he's gettin' bone

Hey, yo, 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
'em what ya got
'Cuz is gettin' hot
'em what ya got
'Cuz is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, 'em what ya got
shit is gettin' hot

(Show 'em ya got)
gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em ya got)
Somebody's on my nerves
(Show-show 'em ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my
Forget you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they
Give 'em what they
'em what they deserve
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em they deserve

(Show 'em ya got)
'em what they deserve
(Show 'em ya got)
Give 'em what they
(Show 'em ya got)
Give 'em what deserve
(Show-show 'em ya got)

Give 'em what deserve
(Show 'em ya got)
Give 'em they deserve
(Show-show 'em ya got)
Give 'em what deserve
(Show 'em ya got)
'em what they deserve
(Show 'em ya got)
Give 'em what deserve
(Show-show 'em ya got)