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 know how I get down?
a number baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your 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 tail and on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, 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 make me hit you my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, make me

Tell you baby, daddy he ain't holding the
'Cause he got the and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a
Watch me as I hit the wall and I '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 hair and walk
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

It's Chris Mind in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away your clothes
Then here 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 your
So we can make a wet
And win an Oscar, all up in your dream

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

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