Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout 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 your hot shit,
Thinkin' that 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 stride like a model, curves a bottle
Watch me as I hit the and I make '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 pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with 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 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
I'mma hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I like a model, curves 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
Don't make me hit you 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 hair and away
If you me it's on and poppin'
'Cause I 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 Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start jukin' on it, on it
'cause tonight's the night
For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic

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

Just how them boys like it
up and get me a punch, I might spike it
Party in my and yes your invited
So we can make a wet
And win an Oscar, all up in your best

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
With two hams in your pants girl I think you's a
Let me touch under that
Don't make me hit you 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 my pocketbook