Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

In the of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
Cause it's to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
Nigga like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to 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 only cause I

y'all 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 on the flo'

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

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
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 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 thugs yellin' the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha from that up and down sizzle

While gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
man sayin' "Kelly have you seen 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 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 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 so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

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

If you got cash money then you feel shit
And if you on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this
If a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you to feel 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 this shit

Fiesta,