Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta

After the it's the after party then
After the party it's the lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
with the homie from the Midwest side
Game game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll chase you Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, twin Porsche's
Boxes with that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
Make your way backstage, baby it's on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the with ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
Cause about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things only cause I

While y'all gotta date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the

Fiesta, fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,
Fiesta,

Switchin' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho'
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
I need some WOO from all the on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them thugs yellin' the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and sizzle

While y'all gotta date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly you seen her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred the big rims on it
We rock that'll light ya shoulders
Gotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is cheese cause we love the dough
roll more trees before it's time to go

If you got cash money you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some then you feel this shit
And if you off ecstasy you got's to feel this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel shit

Fiesta,