Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the party then
After the it's the hotel lobby and
After the then it's probably Cris'
And the original it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the 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, twin Porsche's
Boxes glocks that'll 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, girl it's on
And we'll be 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take honies just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime see them 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 knees on the

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

lanes 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 sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear this up
Don't worry 'bout 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)
It's what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha from that up and down sizzle

y'all 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 knees on the

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
Not only 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 Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
Plus I'm blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rocks that'll 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 cause we the dough
Mami roll trees before it's time to go

If you got cash money you feel 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 you'se a thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this
If you sippin' on some you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel this

Fiesta,