Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show the after party then
the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then it's Cris'
And after the it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the from the Midwest side
recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
Bullets'll you like Moet mimosas
Catch us coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
come closest you've been warned
But niggas get the picture 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby it's on
And we'll be drinkin' six in the mornin'

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

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 on the flo'

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

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

While 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 on the flo'

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 glist' in the
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu than that ecstasy

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

If you got money 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 you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you this shit
If you smokin' on some then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to this shit
If you on some Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel shit

Fiesta,