Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Say

It goes one two when I'm kicking the funky lyrics
I'm busting up vocabulary I you all to hear it
I'm busting up the rhythm 'cause I'm busting up the
I'm kicking down the stop 'cause I wanna kicks the time

I'm digging down some 'cause you know I never hide it
When I'm pulling down your panties I want to get inside it
Like a boa a, boa a, boa
Gonna drop off your drawers, straight for your sphincter

I could roll my rhymes but I would be
Jimmy, Jimmy Pop is not
J I M Y Pop go
I run the show Don Pardo

With a Bee on the beboo tip
My hit will make you 'cause I'm quadradipped
I'll do the Popeye, Pluto freak the funkfazooto
Not Latino I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo

Rubber baby, bumpers
Brewsters now I hump her
With my itsy bitsy, weenie
small white peenie

So rinse spit swallow brain kinda hollow
Not to leap wow oh kinda shallow
'Cause we're in your face like Ed
rain, purple rain

Mama say, mama sa, cu sa
(Mama say, sa, mama cu sa)
Mama say, mama sa, cu sa
(Mama say, mama sa, cu sa)

Mama say, mama sa, cu sa
(Mama say, mama sa, cu sa)
Mama say, mama sa, cu sa
(Mama say, mama sa, cu sa)

Naughty by nature and by choice
And the sound of my voice makes panties moist
'Cause I'm lickin' happy like a gay proctologist
So like a dyke hollow tits I'll rip the mike with hollow tips

Yeah, he's in control Sherman Potter
And I got more balls the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop, Pop, rah, rah, rah
say, mama sa, mama cu sa

Now I'm out your pipes like a Village People sump pump
I always take a swallow you know I never get enough
So batter up Banner if you think you're going to measure up
You be the top dog gotta be the Scooby Pup

Step to the bass drum always have fun
If you add two halves you'll get the total sum
My steps are correct and my is always checked
And a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked

I want to start no blasphemous rumors
But I think that Sinbad's got a sense of humor
Little children better get my poison candy
Don't care about y'all as as we feel dandy

And I get the from Judy Blume
Mr Hooper's dead so why don't you me his broom
So come on chickey baby let's go some noise
What? No I'm not the guy the Beastie Boys

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