Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you with my
Say it
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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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 brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

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

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I like a model, curves like 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
Don't make me hit you with my

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

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

So you don't know my 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 like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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 before you think?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
Stop it you make me

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

Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away your clothes
Then come and let Luda give that body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them boys 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
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch under that
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook