Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a number baby, you the only brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
fly don't 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
Watch me as I hit the 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 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

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the down, stop it
I'mma hard pill to swallow, fella
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 stride like a model, curves a bottle
Watch me as I hit the 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 make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

you got a lot of nerve, playing with my feelin's boy
Do you speak 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 gettin pocket
it 'fore you make me

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

It's Chris Mind in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away your 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 a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your best

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