Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

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

In the back of the club ma-ma
bottles of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' hundreds up for for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go tonight
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the liz-ight (that's right)
Nigga high like a muh'fuckin
Take honies just to make me feel ri-zight
My, my, my, my
It's what they all say when see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see big things only cause I

While 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 on the flo'

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

lanes in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood then I moved it, to the
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to this club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses cause I got that '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 thugs yellin' when the on fizzles
say my, my, my, my (yeah)
Got Kisha yellin' from that up and sizzle

While y'all 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 on the flo'

I put the big body up, through in a Rover
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 make it to the and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher that ecstasy

Hey yo I through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin' blunted in the new six-hundred 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'
Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we love the
Mami more trees before it's time to go

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

Fiesta,