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

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

Now I've got this phat attitude because of all the hype
rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic
So test my respect, around, yeah, bitch
up and get beat down
Now shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know
I got him like a hooker in the front row
So you better 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 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 a fist to the
Nose, ho
So you go

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

You put the window down to act real 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 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

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

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

Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get
It never fails to me
How people never a possip, they just believe the gossip
Instead of finding out the truth of up
got my nostrils flairin'
I'd be a fool if I believe 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 or Beemer then he's bummy
Or he's Buddah if he's got plenty of money
Now ask me why, I don't why or well or what the hell
So breakin' up the code because of getting jeal
I've got problems of my own
To sit up on the talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone

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

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