Luyện nghe bài hát Fiesta (Original Version)

After the show it's the after then
After the party it's the lobby and
After the then it's probably Cris'
And after the original it's this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy,
Remix with the from the Midwest side
recognize game, hoes 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' twin
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya
come closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the is drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl on
And be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'

In the back of the club with
Poppin' of Cris with ma-ma
Put the bar on the tab for
Throwin' up for grabs for ma-ma
it's about to go down tonight
I'm a be drinkin' the early liz-ight (that's right)
high like a muh'fuckin ki-zite
Take three honies to make me feel 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 cause I

While y'all club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas
man sayin' "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,

Switchin' in my Six, in the 'burbs
I met a broad Tasha, in the 'burbs
Took the hood I moved it, to the 'burbs
Now no sheriffs or polices, in the 'burbs (that's right)
And we to tear this club up
Don't worry 'bout cause I got that sho' 'nough
Ready to BOO like I'm fresh outta
I some WOO from all the honey's 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' that up and down sizzle

y'all 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'

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 in the light
I'm wit right, so I'm rich 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 chose so you 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 that'll light ya shoulders
lotta hot cars 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 love the
Mami roll more trees before time to go

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

Fiesta,