Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my 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

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
fly don't bother me

I got my in a pony 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 and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't 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
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 and no knife
Ain't nobody so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

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
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 me hit you with 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 before you think?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

I make you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it
So find a matress so we can 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 Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away your clothes
Then come here and let give that body a rub
'Cause little mama you thick as a mug

how them southern 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 you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
With two hams in your pants I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's under
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