Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
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Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my hair in a pony 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 wall and I 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make 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, don't me

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't 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, playing my feelin's boy
Do you always before you think?
Lucky me, I the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

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

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

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

Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
With two hams in your pants girl I think you's a
Let me touch under that
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook

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