Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

In the back of the with ma-ma
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
Cause it's about to go down
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big only 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 I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more sheriffs or polices, in the (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I need some WOO all the honey's on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
what them thugs 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
man sayin' "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, through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice in the light
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

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

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

Fiesta,