Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Mama

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

I got a naughty style and a naughty 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 that the peas come through
We never cease(no), we never die no we disease(no)
We multiply like we
Then we drop like we in the middle east
(The bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw knaw, who we are
Y'all knaw, we the
Steady 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 on mama, dance to the druma)

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

We the big town stumpas, and and big pumpas
The beat bumpas in your 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 squize trigger, just wanna squeeze tits
(lubaluba)cause we the stoppas
And the rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw knaw, who we are
knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls
How we rockin' it girl, without guards
Now she be, Fergie from the bep, come and take heed, as we take 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 your booty
(wuh)we the blast blastin' up the jamma
(naw, naw)
cutie, make sure you move your booty
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

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

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

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