Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More like a in my ear
fly don't bother me

I got my hair in a pony tail and on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride like a model, curves like a
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 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, 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 hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you 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, curves a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I '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 with my
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 you think?
Lucky me, I the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
body's nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So find a matress so we can jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause tonight's the
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 away with clothes
Then come here and let give that body a rub
'Cause damn little mama you 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 your
So we can a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your best

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

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