Luyện nghe bài hát Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
Show 'em ya got
Show-show 'em ya got
Show 'em ya got

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

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

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

Now got this real phat attitude because of all the hype
Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to 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 check my record, better yet, bum
My is super 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 I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes
to get new?
You don't work like the two to hip-hop
So you can until your big, suckin' lips pop
The next you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the
Nose, ho
So you go

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

You put the window down tryin' to act slick
And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of
You stuck your hand out the window to show me gold
forty-second street Rolex was kinda old
I wrote a number, and I know you thought get humped
But it was 1-900-Chump
So why you around town playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, sweatin' 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 what they
'em what they deserve
Give 'em what they
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em they deserve

Now somebody's on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy
It never fails to me
How people miss a possip, they just believe the gossip
Instead of out the truth of what's up
It's got my nostrils
I'd be a fool if I believe half of the shit I be hearing
ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' on
One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find that's wrong

If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's
Or he's sellin' Buddah if he's got plenty of
Now ask me why, I don't why or well or what the hell
So breakin' up the because of someone's getting jeal
I've got enough of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' on who he's gettin' bone

Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is hot
Show 'em 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
(Show 'em ya got)
Somebody's gettin' on my
(Show-show 'em ya got)
gettin' on my nerves
Forget you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

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

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

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