Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the only
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're 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 like a model, curves like a
Watch me as I hit the wall and I '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 me hit you with 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 and no knife
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

So you know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said I'mma hard pill to swallow,
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 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 me hit you with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

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

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

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

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

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

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