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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that God's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
fly don't bother me

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
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
Da, da, da, da, make me

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

So you don't know my now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
I'mma hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel 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, 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
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

you got a lot of nerve, playing with my feelin's boy
Do you speak 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 gettin outta pocket
Stop it 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 start on it, movin' on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic

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

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

Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
With two in your pants 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 make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook