Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

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

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

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

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

Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the
rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic
So my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch
Jump up and get beat
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man
I got him screamin' like a hooker in the row
So you better my record, better yet, bum
My name is super for a record, check my album

not meant 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
Tryin' to get
You don't like the two to make hip-hop
So you can talk until big, suckin' lips pop
The next time you try to play me, you 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 Pepa last night, yo
please
You couldn't me if my first name was Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even your 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 man's
And I could look at you and you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window tryin' to act real slick
And started like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck hand 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

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

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

Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm to get crazy
It never fails to me
How people miss a possip, they just 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 of the dumb shit I be hearing
'Cuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it on
One of my girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong

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

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

(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 you're a lady, and give 'em what they

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

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

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