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
'em what ya got
'Cuz shit is 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
Somebody's gettin' on my
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 gettin' on my
Forget that 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 my respect, mess 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 my record, better yet, bum
My is super for a record, check my platinum album

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

You hear talk about Pep around the way skeezed
Yo, me and my man was with last night, yo
Nigga
You hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even hold your back
Why don't you the story right, man?
The skins 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 tryin' to act real
And smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck your hand out the window trying to me gold
Your forty-second street was kinda old
I wrote a number, and I 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, sweatin' me

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

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

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

If he's not drivin' a Benz or then he's bummy
Or he's sellin' if he's got plenty 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
got enough problems of my own
To sit up on the phone about on who he's gettin' bone

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

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

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