Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't 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 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 me hit you with my pocketbook

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

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

So you don't know my now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella
But I can make you feel

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the and I make 'em say

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

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 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 me it's 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 need some on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

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

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

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

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