Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you the only brother
to get up under my skirt 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
Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say

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

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

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

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 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

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?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before I make you do girl, you know you want it
Your nice, but eh you need some Luda on it
So find a matress so we can start 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 Mind 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 mama you as a mug

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

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I think you's a
Let me touch under that
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook