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 wanna know how I get
Take a number baby, you the only brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
fly don't bother me

I got my hair in a pony and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I like a model, curves like 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, make me

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

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

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride 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 my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make 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 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 some on it
So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause the night
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your
Then here and let Luda give that body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how them southern boys it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I 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 drivin' me
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
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 make me hit you with my