Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

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

y'all gotta club 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,

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

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

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock rocks that'll ya shoulders
lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' like its
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the
Mami roll more trees before time to go

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

Fiesta,