Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

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

I got a naughty style and a naughty 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 come
We cease(no), we never die no we never disease(no)
We multiply we mathematics
Then we drop bombs we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the move dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls
And, lookin' hot without body
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And still I stand, still 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 booty
(yaw)we the blast blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that that 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)

We the big stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump
It quits(no) we need to carry 9mm clips(no)
Don't wanna squize trigger, wanna squeeze tits
(lubaluba)cause we the show
And the chief rockas, one chief rockas
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on boulevards
How we it girl, without body guards
Now she be, Fergie from the crew bep, come and take heed, as we the lead
(so come on bubba, to the druma)

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

But the race is not, for the
But who can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the eyed peas will be there
Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til
Tippa is

Nosa shock, nosa dima ting
Every time you sit there I hear, bling
O wata ting, hear sing
Grinding, and
And the madda be moving in a 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 sh*t make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty
(yaw)we the blast blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas up the jamma
(la la la la la)