Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

In the of the club with ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause about to go down tonight
I'm a be 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take honies just 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 club date, I'm fuckin' wit
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' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
Took the then I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't worry expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need some WOO all the honey's 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 from that up and down sizzle

While y'all 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

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
Not Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for
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 blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu 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 rocks that'll 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 cheese cause we the dough
Mami roll more trees it's time to go

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

Fiesta,