Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

In the back of the with ma-ma
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go 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
It's what they all say when they see the ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things only cause I

While y'all gotta club date, I'm 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

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

Switchin' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad named Tasha, in the
Took the hood I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no more or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to this club up
Don't worry expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm outta jizzail
I need some WOO 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 that up and down

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

I put the big body up, 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 the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that

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

Fiesta,