Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

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

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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't 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
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 nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

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

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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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 know the game, flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're 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 need some on it
So find a matress so we can start on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause 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 that body a rub
'Cause little mama you thick as a mug

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

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

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