Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' that you're God's to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly don't me

I got my hair in a pony and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I like a model, curves 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 with my
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, don't me

Tell you baby, daddy he ain't holding the
'Cause he got the and no knife
nobody 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 hair in a pony 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, with my feelin's boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

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

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

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

Girl, I think you you're drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
With two hams in your pants I think you's a crook
Let me what's under that
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
Don't make me hit you with my