Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't 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, like a bottle
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 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 know my now, got it
Lookin' at me from the down, stop it
Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella
But I can make you feel

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 like a
me as I hit the wall 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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

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

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

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