Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the after then
After the party the hotel lobby and
After the Belve' then it's probably
And after the original it's this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the homie the Midwest side
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
come closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture the weapons is drawn
Make way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris with
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
Cause it's about to go down
I'm a be drinkin' 'til the early (that's right)
Nigga high like a ki-zite
Take three honies just to make me ri-zight
My, my, my, my
what they all say when they see the frozen ice
say my, my, my, my
Anytime they see them big only cause I

While y'all gotta club date, I'm wit arenas
Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you 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 sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we about to tear club up
Don't worry 'bout expenses I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO I'm fresh 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' 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 up, come through in a Rover
Not only and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova
Pop if you like, my ice glist' in the light
I'm wit Roc-Land right, so I'm for life
I'm like Heaven, 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 Floyd higher than 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 but the drops is colder (ah)
You see me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' its H-2-O
All we do is spend cheese cause we the dough
Mami roll more trees it's time to go

If you got cash money then you feel shit
And if you rollin' on them then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel this
If a motherfuckin' thug 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 this shit
If you sippin' on some Cris' you got's to feel this
And if you throwin' up and shit, you got's to this shit

Fiesta,