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

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

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

Now I've got this real phat 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 beat
Now shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
I got him screamin' a hooker in the front row
So you better check my record, yet, bum
My name is for a record, check my platinum album

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 don't work like the two to hip-hop
So you can talk until big, suckin' lips pop
The next time you try to play me, you might catch a 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 hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat
Your little Jimmy can't even hold your zipper
Why you tell 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 at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down tryin' to act slick
And started smilin' a hooker with a bag of tricks
You stuck your hand out the 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' around playin' Jeopardy?
Get off my bra-strap, boy, sweatin' me

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

Give 'em what deserve
Give 'em what they
Give 'em what deserve
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 to amaze me
How never 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 dumb shit I be
'Cuz ev'rytime I a guy that's got it goin' on
One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something wrong

If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then bummy
Or he's sellin' Buddah if got plenty of money
Now ask me why, I don't know why or or what the hell
So breakin' up the because of someone's getting jeal
got enough problems of my own
To sit up on the phone talkin' 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 shit is hot
Hey, yo, show 'em ya got
'Cuz shit is hot

(Show 'em ya got)
gettin' 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 what deserve
Give 'em what they
Give 'em what they
Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what deserve

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

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