Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

(La la la la la)
Hey mama, that shit that makes you move, mama
Get on the floor and your booty mama
We the masters blastin' up the jamma
(REWIND)
Cutie cutie, sure you move your booty
Shake that like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
the way your body look really make me feel
Cutie cutie, make sure you move booty
Shake that thing we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
the way your body look really make me naughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty crew
But I do, I do just for you
I'm a bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the come through
We never cease(no), we never die no we disease(no)
We multiply like we
Then we drop bombs we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the
rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, hot without body guards
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And still I stand, with mic in hand
(So come on mama, to the druma)

Hey mama, this sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your mama
(yaw)we the blast blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now
Hey mama, this that shit that you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound
The beat bump in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump
It never quits(no) we to carry 9mm clips(no)
Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze
(lubaluba)cause we the stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief
Naw knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the
Steady rockin' on boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without guards
Now she be, Fergie the crew bep, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, to the druma)

Hey mama, this that that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas up the jamma
(naw, naw)
Cutie cutie, sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
the way your body look really make me naughty

But the is not, for the Swiss
But who really can, control of it
And tippa irie and the eyed peas will be there
Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til
is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, dima ting
Every time you sit I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, blacka sing
Grinding, and
And the madda be in a perfect timing
And we dance and to the end of the thing
And really to nice, it finga akin
Like rice and peas and and bling

Hey mama, this that that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your mama
(yaw)we the blast blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now
Hey mama, this that shit make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and your booty mama
(yaw)we the mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)