Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the party then
After the it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then it's Cris'
And after the original it's 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 suppose you
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
Boxes with that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the is drawn
your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

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

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
man sayin' "Kelly have you seen 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' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I need some WOO from all the on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
It's what them yellin' when the strippers 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 "Kelly have 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, come in a Rover
Not only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
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 the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
Plus I'm blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rocks that'll light ya shoulders
lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cause we love the dough
Mami roll more before it's time to go

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

Fiesta,