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 your booty mama
We the masters blastin' up the jamma
(REWIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move booty
Shake thing like we in the city 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 that like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
the way your body look 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 through
We never cease(no), we never die no we disease(no)
We multiply like we
Then we drop bombs we in the middle east
(The bombas, the base 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 still I stand, with mic in hand
(So come on mama, to the druma)

Hey mama, this that 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, come on now
Hey mama, that shit that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas 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 girlies in the club 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 wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze
(lubaluba)cause we the show
And the chief rockas, number one chief
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without 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, that 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 move your
Shake that thing like we in the of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you party
the way your body really make me feel naughty

But the is not, for the Swiss
But who really can, take 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 ting, hear blacka sing
Grinding, and
And the madda be in a perfect timing
And we dance and to the end of the thing
And we're really to nice, it akin
Like rice and peas and chicken and

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