Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to
More like a 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, like a bottle
me as I hit the wall 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 my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Da, da, da, da, don't me

you baby, daddy he ain't holding the weight
'Cause he got the 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
Said hard 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, curves like a
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
Don't me hit you with my

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Hey, hey, get it

Said you got a lot of nerve, playing with my boy
Do you speak before you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you me it's on and poppin'
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

I make you do what 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 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 magic, poof, do away with your clothes
Then here and let Luda give that body a rub
'Cause damn little you thick as a mug

Just how them boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike 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 you know you're drivin' me crazy
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in 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 make me hit you with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook