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

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

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

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

You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin'
Yo, me and my man was with last night, yo
please
You couldn't me if my first name was Cooty 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 right hand
You up on me in your man's Beemer
And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin'

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

Somebody's gettin' on my
Somebody's gettin' on my
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 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 never to amaze me
How people never miss a possip, they believe the gossip
Instead of finding out the 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 meet a guy that's got it 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' Buddah if got plenty of money
Now ask me why, I don't why or well or what the hell
So up the code because of someone's getting jeal
I've got enough of my own
To sit up on the talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone

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
shit is gettin' hot

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

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