Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

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

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 wall and I '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

Tell you baby, daddy he holding the weight
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out, alright

So you know my face now, got it
at me from the waste down, stop it
Said hard pill to swallow, fella
But I can you feel better

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
me as I hit the wall and I make 'em say

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
make me hit you with 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 always speak before you
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and away
If you follow me on and poppin'
'Cause I you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

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

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

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

Girl, I think you know you're drivin' me
They baby, go 'head baby
With two hams in your pants girl I 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