Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body I bet you thinkin' 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

Rockin' all hot shit, stuntin'
that you're God's gift to woman
More like a in my ear
Shoo fly bother me

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
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 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

Tell you baby, daddy he ain't the weight
'Cause he got the cake and no
nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you don't know my now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
I'mma hard 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, 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

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, playing my feelin's boy
Do you always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think you're gettin outta
Stop it 'fore you me

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

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

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

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

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