Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' you're God's gift 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
Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say

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

Tell you baby, daddy he ain't holding the
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't nobody so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a
Watch me as I hit the 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 me hit you with 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, with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak before you
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

I make you do what 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 tonight's the
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in pants girl I think you's a crook
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