Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my i bet you thinkin' 'bout it
you wanna know how i get down?
Take a number you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all your hot ****
Thinkin' that you're god's gift to
like 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
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
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Da da da da don't me

Tell you daddy he ain't holding the weight
'cause he got the and no knife
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out cut it out

So you don't know my 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 and they on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a model curves 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
Don't make me hit you my

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't 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?
Lucky me i know the game flip my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'cause i think you're outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before i make you do girl you know you want it
Your nice but eh you need some luda on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it 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 do away with your clothes
Then come and let luda give that body a rub
'cause damn little mama you as a mug

Just how them southern like it
Hurry up and get me a i might 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 think you know you're drivin' me
They jinglin' baby go baby
With two in your pants girl i think you's a crook
Let me what's under that
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook

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