Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the after party
After the party the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then it's Cris'
And the original 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
Bullets'll chase you like mimosas
us both coasts, racin' twin Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been
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 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 to go down tonight
I'm a be 'til 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 all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big things only I

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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' in my Six, in the 'burbs
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 this up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that sho'
Ready to BOO I'm fresh outta jizzail
I need some WOO from all the on the DL
I my, my, my, my (yeah)
what them thugs yellin' when the strippers on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and sizzle

While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit
man sayin' "Kelly have you seen 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 only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop Cris if you like, my ice 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 and forget the key?
I'm the one God so you blessed through me
Gotti getchu higher than that ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' in the new six-hundred with the big rims on it
We rock that'll 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 roll more trees before 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 you feel this shit
If you'se a thug then you feel this shit
If you smokin' on some 'dro you feel this shit
And if you off that ecstasy you to feel this shit
If you sippin' on Cris' you got's to feel this shit
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to this shit

Fiesta,