Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's to woman
More a buzz 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 stride like a model, curves 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
Don't me hit you with 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

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

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

I got my in a pony 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
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 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 me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

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

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

Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think a crook
Let me touch under that
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