Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

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

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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
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 cake and no
nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
Said hard 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 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

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make 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 flip my and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
it 'fore you make me

Before I 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 jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

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

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

Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go baby
two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook

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