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

(Show 'em ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my
(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 broke as trying to play me on the mic
So test my respect, around, yeah, bitch
up and get beat down
Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and man know
I got him like 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 even sound 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 work like the two to make
So you can until 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 hear about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed
Yo, me and my man was Pepa last night, yo
Nigga
You couldn't hump me if my name was Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even 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 look at you and you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down tryin' to act real
And started smilin' like a hooker a bag of tricks
You stuck your hand out the window to show me gold
Your forty-second street Rolex was old
I a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped
But it was 1-900-Chump
So why you runnin' around town playin'
Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop me

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

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

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

If he's not a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy
Or he's sellin' if he's got plenty of money
Now ask me why, I don't why or well or what the hell
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 gettin'

Hey, yo, 'em what 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, 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)
Somebody's gettin' on my
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em they deserve

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

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

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