Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

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

Somebody's on my nerves
Somebody's gettin' on my
gettin' on my nerves
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 gettin' on my
Forget you're a lady, and give 'em what they 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 down
Now shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
I got him like a hooker in the front row
So you check my record, better yet, bum
My name is for a record, check my platinum album

not meant for you to do
You even 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 work like the two to make hip-hop
So you can until 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 hear talk about Pep around the way skeezed
Yo, me and my man was with Pepa night, yo
please
You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cat
Your Jimmy can't even hold your zipper back
Why don't you the story right, man?
The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right
You rolled up on me in your man's
And I could look at you and tell you was a daydreamer

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

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

Give 'em they deserve
Give 'em what 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 never fails to me
How people never a possip, they just believe the gossip
Instead of out the truth of what's up
It's got my flairin'
I'd be a if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing
ev'rytime 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 Beemer then he's
Or he's sellin' if he's 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
got enough problems of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's bone

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

(Show 'em ya got)
gettin' on my nerves
(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 they deserve

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

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

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