Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

Don't me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it
Don't make me hit you with my
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Lookin' at my I bet you thinkin' 'bout it
Don't you know how I get down?
Take a number baby, you ain't the only
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're gift to woman
More like a 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, 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 with my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my

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

Tell you baby, he ain't holding the weight
'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
Lookin' at me from the waste down, it
I'mma hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can make you better

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
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 me hit you with 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 speak before you
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
Stop it 'fore you me

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

Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I magic, poof, do away with your clothes
Then here and let Luda give that body a rub
damn little mama you thick as a mug

Just how southern boys like 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 me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
With two hams in your pants 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 my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with my pocketbook