Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

(La la la la la)
Hey mama, it's that that makes you move, mama
Get on the floor and move booty mama
We the masters blastin' up the jamma
(REWIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your
Shake that thing like we in the of sin, and
Hey shorty, I you wanna party
the way your body look really make me naughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you your booty
that thing 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 everything I do, I do for you
I'm a little bit of Or, and a bit of Nu
The true know that the peas come through
We never cease(no), we never die no we disease(no)
We multiply we mathematics
Then we bombs like we in the middle east
(The bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls
And, lookin' hot body guards
(I do) I can
(Y'all through) will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in
(So on mama, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty
(yaw)we the blast blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this shit 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 bumpas in trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plumpas
And I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(no) we to carry 9mm clips(no)
wanna squize trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
(lubaluba)cause we the show
And the chief rockas, one chief rockas
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, body guards
Now she be, Fergie from the bep, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so on bubba, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, that shit that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the
(naw, naw)
Cutie cutie, make sure you your booty
Shake that thing like we in the 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 can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black peas will be there
Til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til
Tippa is

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

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