Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the after then
After the party the hotel lobby and
After the then it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's probably (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the side
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
Catch us both coasts, racin' Porsche's
Boxes with glocks pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the 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 ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (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 big things only cause I

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

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

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
the hood 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 like I'm fresh 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 up and down sizzle

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 on the flo'

I put the big body up, come in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm Heaven, everybody 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 higher that ecstasy

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
Gotta 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 cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll trees before it's time to go

If you got cash money then you this shit
And if you rollin' on them things 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 then you feel shit
And if you off that ecstasy you to feel this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you to feel this shit

Fiesta,