Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the party then
the party it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original it's this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie the Midwest side
recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll you like Moet mimosas
Catch us coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
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 drinkin' six in the mornin'

In the back of the with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris 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 drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me ri-zight
My, my, my, my
what they all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things 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,

Switchin' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood 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 'bout expenses cause I got sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I some WOO from 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 yellin' from up and down sizzle

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

I put the big up, come through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm rich for
I'm like Heaven, wanna 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 higher than that

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred with the big on it
We rock rocks light ya shoulders
Gotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Drinkin' Cris' its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
Mami more 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 off in the club then you feel this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' thug then you feel this
If you on some 'dro then you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you to feel this shit

Fiesta,