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
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my hair in a pony tail and 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 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 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 holding the
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't my face now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

I got my hair in a pony tail and 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
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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 my feelin's boy
Do you speak before you think?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me on and poppin'
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 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 'cause the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause I rocks the mic

It's Chris Mind Freak in the back of a
I know magic, poof, do with your clothes
come here and let Luda give that body a rub
'Cause 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 invited
So we can make a wet
And win an Oscar, all up in your dream

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