Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

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

I got my hair in a pony tail and 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 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, don't me

you baby, daddy 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 don't my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the down, stop it
Said I'mma pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

I got my hair in a pony 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 me hit you with 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, playing with my boy
Do you always before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before I make you do what girl, you you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you 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 'cause I the mic

It's Chris Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your
Then come here and let Luda 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 might it
Party in my Babs and yes invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your best

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

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