Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

I got my hair in a tail and they 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
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't me

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
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 pill to swallow,
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 like a model, curves 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
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 with my boy
Do you always before you think?
Lucky me, I the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
Your nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So a matress so we can start 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 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
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I 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
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your girl I think you's a crook
Let me what's under that
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
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook