Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Say it
Don't make me hit you with my
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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
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't 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
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
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't me

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

So you don't my face now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel better

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves a bottle
me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say

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

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, with my feelin's boy
Do you speak before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
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 so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook