Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you with my
Say it
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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at my body I bet you thinkin' '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 your hot shit,
Thinkin' that God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
fly don't bother me

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle
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 make me hit you my pocketbook

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

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

So you don't know my now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride 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 make me hit you my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

Said you got a lot of nerve, with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak before you
Lucky me, I the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
Stop it you make me

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

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

Just how southern boys like 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
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's 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 make me hit you with my