Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
like a buzz in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

I got my hair in a pony 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
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
Don't make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, make me

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

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

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
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 before you
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin pocket
it 'fore you make me

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

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

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

Girl, I think you 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 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