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 thinkin' it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More a buzz 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 like a
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 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

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
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
I'mma 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 like a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I '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
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 before you
Lucky me, I know the game, flip my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
body's nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So a matress so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby 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 with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that a rub
'Cause damn mama you thick as a mug

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

Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy
They baby, go 'head baby
With two in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch under that
make me hit you with my pocketbook

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 pocketbook