Luyện nghe bài hát Ah-E-A-Oh

It's like to the maximum
Shaggy,
Rub-a-dub injection for
She say

If only you me, woman you're looking lonely
Give me your and number number, is it Ruta or it Naomi
You no know me, blow me, stop talking baloney
Try to control me but you know you hold me

Respect you need to me when deh ya my man's my homie
Inject you like a to Dicay or it's a Sony
a camouflage at nothing but the fucking phoney
Fat or an bony, look macaroni
up gal the hula-hula, ride mi pony

Reach inna body, things a run red
Sylvia deh ya now me and mi text on a dread
Give me the 45 now bust, knock out, no bust no
Lyrical what me give them instead

Sylvia, Mr. Shaggy up the call friends
Sting and Robert for production
With no rub-ub, no skin out we naw beg no friend
This one we bill out fi the gal them

Look how the gal them a bubble and
Pump up a out pon the front line
She wine, she ram, she do the pump and everything
The of the shake on them the splitted be a slime

Sting a lead them in the rhythm while the arrive
are Shaggy and Sylvia lyrically combine
Flatbush wicked and vile
This time thin for foreign kin so watch with profile

We're wicked and and wicked and wicked
And and wicked and wild

Gal fi move and the man them say aah
Rub-a-dub-a fling like the say hey
inna the air and everybody shout hey
Gal a gal and then the man them say ho

If only you me, woman you're looking lonely
Give me your name and number, is it or it's Naomi
You no know me, can't blow me, stop talking
Try to me but you know you couldn't hold me

you need to show me when deh ya my man's my homie
Inject you like a cassette to Dicay or a Sony
Woman a at nothing but the fucking phoney
Fat or an bony, muddle macaroni
Sit down pon the hm-hm, up, ride mi pony

Reach inna your body, a run red
deh ya now me and mi text draw on a dread
Give me the 45 now bust, out, no bust no lead
Lyrical entertainment me go give instead

Sylvia and up inna the call friends
Sting and Robert for production
With no rub-ub, with no out we naw beg no friend
This one we out fi the gal pickney them, sing

Aaah,

Look how the gal a bubble and wine
up a swing out pon the front line
She wine and ram, she do the pump and combine
The blister of the shake on the splitted be a slime

Sting a them in the rhythm while the Sylvia arrive
This are man and Sylvia lyrically combine
The combination wicked and vile
This time we're thin for kin so watch with profile

So we're and wicked and wicked and wicked
And wicked and wicked and vile, what

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