Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

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

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty crew
But everything I do, I do for you
I'm a little bit of Or, and a bit of Nu
The niggers know that the peas come through
We cease(no), we never die no we never disease(no)
We multiply we mathematics
Then we bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls
And, lookin' hot without guards
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in
(So on mama, dance 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 mastas 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 blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big pumpas
The beat bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the with 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 show
And the chief rockas, number one chief
Naw knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the
Steady on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without guards
Now she be, Fergie from the crew bep, come and heed, as we take the lead
(so on bubba, dance 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 mastas up the jamma
(naw, naw)
Cutie cutie, make you move your booty
that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you party
the way your body look really make me feel

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

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

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