Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the after party
After the it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then probably Cris'
And after the original probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the side
Game 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 chase you Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
Boxes glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
Make way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the

In the of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of with 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 'til the early liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a ki-zite
Take three just to make me feel 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

While y'all 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'

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 then I it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh jizzail
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 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
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo'

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, everybody get to me
How you it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than ecstasy

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

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

Fiesta,