Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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Lookin' at my body i bet you thinkin' it
Don't you know how i get down?
a number baby you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

Rockin' all hot **** stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're god's gift to
More like a 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 like a model curves a bottle
Watch me as i hit the wall and i 'em say

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

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 daddy he ain't holding the weight
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out cut it out alright

So you know my face now got it
Lookin' at me from the waste stop it
Said hard pill to swallow fella
But i can make you feel

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i stride like a curves like 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
Don't me hit you with 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 always before you think?
Lucky me i know the game i'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me it's on and
i think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before i make you do girl you know you want it
Your body's nice but eh you need some on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it movin' on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic i rocks the mic

It's chris mind in the back of a rolls
I know magic poof do away your clothes
come here and let luda give that body a rub
'cause damn little mama you as a mug

Just how southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a i might spike it
Party in my and yes your invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an oscar all up in your dream

Girl i think you know drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby go 'head
With two hams in your pants girl i you's a crook
Let me touch under that
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
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook