Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

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

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

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

(Show 'em ya got)
gettin' on my nerves
(Show 'em ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my
(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 phat attitude of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell to play me on the mic
So test my respect, mess around, yeah,
Jump up and get down
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and man know
I got him screamin' like a hooker in the row
So you better check my record, yet, bum
My is super for a record, check my platinum album

not meant 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 sayin' old rhymes
Tryin' to get
You don't work like the two to make
So you can talk until your big, suckin' pop
The next time you try to play me, you catch a fist to the
Nose, ho
So you go

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

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

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

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

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

If he's not drivin' a Benz or then 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 breakin' up the code because of getting jeal
I've got problems of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin'

Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
Show-show 'em ya got
'Cuz is gettin' hot
Show 'em ya got
'Cuz shit is 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 they deserve
'em what they deserve
Give 'em they deserve
Forget that a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

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

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