Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

Rockin' all your hot shit,
Thinkin' that you're God's gift to
More a buzz 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 a model, curves like a bottle
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 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

Tell you baby, daddy he holding the weight
he got the cake and no knife
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

So you don't my face now, got it
Lookin' at me the waste down, stop it
Said I'mma hard 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, 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 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 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 speak before you think?
me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away
If you follow me it's on and
'Cause I think gettin outta pocket
it 'fore you make me

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

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

Just how them southern like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike 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 you know you're drivin' me crazy
They baby, go 'head baby
two hams in your pants girl I think you's a crook
Let me touch what's under
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 me hit you with my pocketbook