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
Show 'em ya got

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

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

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

Now I've got this real attitude because of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell to play me on the mic
So test my respect, around, yeah, bitch
Jump up and get beat
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

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
to get new?
You don't like the two to make hip-hop
So you can talk your 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 with Pepa night, yo
Nigga
You couldn't hump me if my name was Cooty Cat
Your Jimmy can't even hold your zipper back
Why don't you tell the right, man?
The only skins you hit was the skins on your right hand
You rolled up on me in your Beemer
And I could at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down to act real slick
And started like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me
forty-second street Rolex 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 playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, sweatin' me

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

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

Now gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy
It fails to amaze me
How people never miss a possip, they just believe the
of finding out the truth of what's up
It's got my flairin'
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 girlfriends gotta something that's wrong

If he's not drivin' a or Beemer then he's bummy
Or sellin' Buddah if he's got plenty of money
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 talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone

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

(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)

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