Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body i bet you thinkin' it
you wanna 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 stuntin'
Thinkin' you're god's gift to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me i can get 'em off
They say i like a model 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 with my
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
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Da da da da don't me

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

So you don't know my now got it
Lookin' at me from the down stop it
Said i'mma 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 like a
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 me hit you with my

Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Hey hey get it

you got a lot of nerve playing with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak before you
Lucky me i know the game i'mma flip my and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'cause i think 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 some luda on it
So find a matress so we can start on it movin' on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause i rocks the mic

It's chris freak in the back of a rolls
I know poof do away with your clothes
Then come and let luda give that body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch i might 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 my pocketbook
Ooh ah ooh ah ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook