Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

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

I got a naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do 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 like we mathematics
we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the
rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without guards
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in
(So come on mama, to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas up the jamma
(hey)so your bambama, come on now mama
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)

We the big town stumpas, and and big pumpas
The beat bump in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club the big plump plumpas
And I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(no) we to carry 9mm clips(no)
Don't wanna squize trigger, wanna squeeze tits
(lubaluba)cause we the stoppas
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 heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, to the druma)

Hey mama, this that shit that you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas up the jamma
(naw, naw)
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 naughty

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

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

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