Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
that you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

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 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 with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, make me

Tell you baby, daddy he holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't know my now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel better

I got my hair in a tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, like a bottle
me as I hit the wall and I make '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

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 speak before you
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

I make you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you need some on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it
Baby tonight's the night
For you to up on the mic 'cause 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 boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I might it
in my Babs and yes your invited
So we can make a wet
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 hams in your girl I think you's a crook
Let me what's under that
Don't me hit you with 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 my pocketbook