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
Show 'em ya got

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

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

(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 they

Now I've got this real phat because of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers broke as trying 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 man know
I got him screamin' a hooker in the front row
So you better my record, better yet, bum
My name is for a record, check my platinum album

It's not for you to do
You even sound when you try to check the mic
One, two, one, two
But wait I'm not through, how you sayin' old rhymes
Tryin' to get
You don't like the two to make hip-hop
So you can talk until your big, lips pop
The next time you try to play me, you might a fist to the
Nose, ho
So you go

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

You put the window tryin' to act real slick
And started smilin' like a hooker a bag of tricks
You your hand out the window trying to show me gold
Your street Rolex was kinda old
I a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped
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 gettin' on my
Somebody's on my nerves
Forget you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

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

Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm to get crazy
It fails to amaze me
How people never miss a possip, they just the gossip
Instead of out the truth of what's up
got my nostrils flairin'
I'd be a fool if I believe half of the shit I be hearing
'Cuz ev'rytime I 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' Buddah if he's got of money
Now ask me why, I don't know why or or what the hell
So breakin' up the code of someone's getting jeal
I've got enough of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's bone

Hey, yo, 'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
'em what ya got
'Cuz is gettin' hot
Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
'Cuz 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 you're a lady, and give 'em what deserve

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

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