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 move your mama
We the blast blastin' up the jamma
(REWIND)
cutie, make 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 really make me feel naughty
Cutie cutie, sure you move your booty
Shake that like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you party
the way body look really make me feel naughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty crew
But I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of Or, and a bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the peas through
We cease(no), we never die no we never disease(no)
We multiply like we
Then we drop like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on boulevards
And, lookin' hot body guards
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And still I stand, still mic in hand
(So on mama, dance to the druma)

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

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound
The beat bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump
It quits(no) we need to carry 9mm clips(no)
wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
(lubaluba)cause we the stoppas
And the chief rockas, one chief rockas
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, body guards
Now she be, Fergie from the crew bep, come and take heed, as we take the
(so come on bubba, to the druma)

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

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

Nosa dima shock, nosa ting
Every you sit there I hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka
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 chicken and

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