Luyện nghe bài hát Pocketbook

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

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

I got my hair in a tail and they 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
make me hit you with my pocketbook
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't me hit you with my pocketbook

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Don't make me hit you with my
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
Ain't nobody cuttin' so cut it out, cut it out,

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

I got my in a pony tail and they on me
me I can get 'em off
They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit the wall and I '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

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 always speak you think?
Lucky me, I know the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk
If you follow me it's on and
I think you're gettin outta pocket
Stop it 'fore you me

Before I make you do what girl, you know you 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
'cause tonight's the night
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
'Cause little mama you thick as a mug

Just how southern boys like it
Hurry up and get me a punch, I spike it
in my Babs 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 jinglin' baby, go baby
With two hams in your pants girl I you's a crook
Let me what's 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
Don't make me hit you with my