Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that 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 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, make me

Tell you baby, daddy he holding the weight
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

I got my hair in a 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 wall and I 'em say

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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with 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 speak you think?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you need some on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it
Baby 'cause tonight's the
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

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

how them southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike 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
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
Don't make me hit you with my

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