Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show the after party then
After the it's the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' it's probably Cris'
And the original it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie from the Midwest
Game recognize game, do too
It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet
Catch us both coasts, twin Porsche's
with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
Make your way backstage, baby girl 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
hundreds up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go down
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only I

y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly you seen her?"
she wit me on the low
Gettin' off the 'dro, got her knees 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
the hood 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 expenses cause I got that sho' 'nough
to BOO like I'm fresh outta jizzail
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 yellin' from that 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 knees on the

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and
Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist' in the
I'm wit right, so I'm rich for life
I'm Heaven, everybody wanna get to me
How you make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I come stunnin',
I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock that'll light ya shoulders
lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll trees before it's time to go

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