Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

Hey, yo, 'em what ya got
Show 'em ya got
'em what ya got
Show 'em ya got

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

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

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

Now got this real phat 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 beat
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and man know
I got him screamin' a hooker in the front row
So you check my record, better yet, bum
My name is super for a record, check my platinum

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

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

You put the down tryin' to act real slick
And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of
You stuck your out the window trying to show me gold
Your forty-second Rolex was kinda old
I wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get
But it was Dial-A-Date
So why you runnin' around town Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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