Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you 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 know how I get down?
a number baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

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 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 make me hit you 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
nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

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

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

you got a lot of nerve, playing with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

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

It's Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your
Then come here and let give that body a rub
'Cause little mama you thick 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 you know you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's under
Don't make me hit you with my

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