Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

at my body I bet you thinkin' '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' you're God's gift 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 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 make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't me

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

So you don't 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 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 and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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, 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 you're gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before I make you do 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 jukin' on it, on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
two hams 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 me hit you with my pocketbook