Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it
you wanna know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you the only brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

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
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 pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, make me

Tell you baby, daddy he ain't 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 the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel better

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
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 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 always speak before you
me, I know 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 make you do girl, you know you want it
Your nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch under that
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
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook