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

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

Now I've got this real 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 your man
I got him like a hooker in the front row
So you better check my record, yet, bum
My name is super for a record, check my platinum

not meant for you to do
You even sound wack 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 work 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 hear talk Pep around the way gettin' skeezed
Yo, me and my man was Pepa last night, yo
please
You couldn't hump me if my first was Cooty Cat
Your Jimmy can't even hold your 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 look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down to act real slick
And smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck hand out the window trying 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 Dial-A-Date
So why you runnin' town playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, sweatin' me

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

'em what they deserve
Give 'em what deserve
'em what they deserve
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what 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
Instead of finding out the truth of up
It's got my flairin'
I'd be a fool if I half of the dumb shit I be hearing
'Cuz 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 then he's bummy
Or sellin' Buddah if he's 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 phone talkin' about on who gettin' bone

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

(Show 'em ya got)
Somebody's on my nerves
(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 'em what they deserve

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

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

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