Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
that you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

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 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 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

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

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 like a
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
make me hit you with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 always before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

Before I you do what girl, you know you want it
Your body's nice, but eh you some Luda on it
So a matress so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it
Baby 'cause the night
For you to rock up on the mic 'cause I the mic

It's Chris Mind Freak in the back of a
I know magic, poof, do away with clothes
Then here 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 might it
Party in my Babs and yes invited
So we can a wet scene
And win an Oscar, all up in your dream

Girl, I you know you're drivin' me crazy
They baby, go 'head baby
With two in your pants 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 make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my