Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
Tryin' to get up under my now

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

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 and I make '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 me hit you with 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 nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

So you know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella
But I can make you feel

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
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
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 speak before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

Before I make you do what girl, you know you it
Your body's nice, but eh you need Luda on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

It's Chris Mind Freak in the of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them southern boys it
up and get me a punch, I might 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 think you know you're me crazy
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
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 me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook