Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't make me hit you with my
Say it
make me hit you with my pocketbook
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at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a baby, you ain't the only brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
that you're God's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly 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
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
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
Da, da, da, da, make me

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the and no knife
Ain't nobody 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 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
Watch me as I hit the 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 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 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 you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before I make you do what girl, you you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you need Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause tonight's the
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 clothes
Then come here and let Luda give body a rub
'Cause little mama you thick as a mug

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

Girl, I think you know drivin' me crazy
jinglin' baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your girl 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 me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook