Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
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 brother
to get up under my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to
More a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly don't 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 wall and I '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 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, he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

I got my hair in a pony 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 me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

Said you got a lot of nerve, with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're 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
Baby 'cause the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

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

Just how them southern 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 know you're drivin' me
They baby, go 'head baby
two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch under that
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