Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

(La la la la la)
Hey mama, it's that shit that makes you move,
Get on the floor and move your mama
We the blast masters up the jamma
(REWIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move booty
Shake that thing we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I you wanna party
the way your body look really 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 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 bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true know that the peas come through
We never cease(no), we die no we never disease(no)
We like we mathematics
Then we bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the move 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, with mic in hand
(So come on mama, 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 mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty
(yaw)we the mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)

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

Hey mama, this shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the
(naw, naw)
cutie, make 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 make me feel naughty

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

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima
Every time you sit there I hear, bling
O wata ting, hear sing
Grinding, and
And the be moving in a perfect timing
And we dance and dance to the end of the
And we're really to nice, it finga
Like rice and and chicken and bling

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