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 your mama
We the blast masters up the jamma
(REWIND)
Cutie cutie, sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you party
the way your body look really make me feel
cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
the way your 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 bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true niggers know that the peas come
We never cease(no), we die no we never disease(no)
We multiply we mathematics
Then we drop bombs like we in the east
(The bomb bombas, the move dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the
rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without body
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And I stand, with still mic in hand
(So on mama, dance to the druma)

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

We the big stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in trunk trunkas
The in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip humps
It quits(no) we need to carry 9mm clips(no)
Don't wanna squize trigger, just wanna tits
(lubaluba)cause we the show
And the rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls
How we it girl, without 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 shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the
(naw, naw)
Cutie cutie, make sure you your booty
Shake thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you party
the way your body look really me feel naughty

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

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

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