Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
this out here

Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' it
you wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, make me

Tell you baby, daddy he holding the weight
'Cause he got the and no knife
Ain't nobody so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma hard pill to swallow,
But I can you feel better

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves a bottle
Watch me as I hit the and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

Said you got a lot of nerve, with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak before you
Lucky me, I know the game, flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

It's Chris Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your
Then come here and let Luda give body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them southern like it
up and get me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my Babs and yes invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in best dream

Girl, I think you know drivin' me crazy
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook
Let me touch under that
make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook