Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that God's gift to woman
More a buzz in my ear
fly don't 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 a bottle
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you 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 cake and no
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

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

I got my in a pony 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 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

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 speak before you think?
Lucky me, I 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 what girl, you know you 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 Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do away with your
Then come here and let Luda that body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
They jinglin' baby, go baby
two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's that
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
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook