Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the only
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
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 pony and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride 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 with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 cake and no
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't 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 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 wall and I 'em say

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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 speak before 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 you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

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

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

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

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
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 me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook