Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

Lookin' at my body I bet you 'bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get
Take a number baby, you ain't the brother
Tryin' to get up my skirt now

all your hot shit, stuntin'
Thinkin' you're God's gift to woman
like a buzz 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 a model, curves 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 my pocketbook

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

you baby, daddy 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 know my face now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
Said 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 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 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

you got a lot of nerve, playing 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
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
Stop it you make me

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

Chris Mind Freak in the back of a Rolls
I know magic, poof, do with your clothes
Then come here and let Luda give 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 spike 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 know drivin' me crazy
They jinglin' baby, go 'head
With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook
Let me touch under that
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
make me hit you with my pocketbook