Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
you wanna 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 God's gift to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride 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
make me hit you with my pocketbook

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

Tell you baby, he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

So you don't my face now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop 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 stride like a model, like 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 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, playing with my boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
Stop it you make me

Before I make you do girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause 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 with your clothes
Then come and let Luda give that body 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 a wet scene
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 touch what's that
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook

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 pocketbook