Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

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

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

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

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

Now I've got this phat attitude because of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers as hell trying to play me on the mic
So test my respect, mess around, yeah,
up and get beat down
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man
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, my platinum album

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

You hear talk about Pep the way gettin' skeezed
Yo, me and my man was with last night, yo
Nigga
You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even hold zipper back
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 your Beemer
And I could look at you and you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down 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 street was kinda old
I wrote a number, and I you thought you'd get humped
But it was Dial-A-Date
So why you runnin' around town Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, sweatin' me

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

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

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

If not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy
Or he's sellin' Buddah if he's got plenty of
Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the
So breakin' up the code of someone's getting jeal
I've got problems 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, show 'em 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)
gettin' on my nerves
Forget that a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

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

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

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