Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the party then
After the party it's the hotel 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 Midwest
Game game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, twin Porsche's
Boxes with glocks pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the 'til the weapons is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl on
And we'll be 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for grabs for
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 three honies 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 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 knees on the

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

Switchin' lanes in my Six, in the
I met a named Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the then I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho'
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' the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got yellin' from that up and down 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 on the flo'

I put the big body up, come through in a
Not only Kelly and Gotti, Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' 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 forget the
I'm the one God so you blessed 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 light ya
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is (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 roll more before it's time to go

If you got cash then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you this shit
If you'se a motherfuckin' then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro then you feel this
And if you off that ecstasy you got's to feel this
If you on some Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to feel shit

Fiesta,