Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're God's to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't 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 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 pocketbook

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

Tell you baby, daddy he ain't the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody 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 hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel better

I got my hair in a pony and they 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 me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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, with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
Stop it you make me

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

Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I magic, poof, do away with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give that a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants I think you's a crook
Let me what's under that
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 with my